Hogan (feat. Meyhem Lauren)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, yeah

Here we go

Now I'm ready

Go ahead

Here we go

Go ahead

Me and my maiden dance naked next to paintings painted by Francis Bacon (Uh, uh)

Refuting attempts to be tempted by the hands of Satan (No, no)

The walls started animating (Uh)

Woke up next to the motherfucker from the planet of the apes (What the fuck?)

Somewhere in Canada where serial killers be putting salmon on their face

Motherfucker'll change your parts (Uh)

Bitch, I want to taste your heart (Uh)

Mel Gibson gave me covid at McGregor vs. Poirier 3 (Bastard)

When he broke his leg (Fuck)

His favorite breakfast was coke and eggs (True)

Everyday, I practice choking someone's neck (Uh-huh)

And doing fucking Tokyo Drift moves in a '95 gold sled (Skrrt-skrrt)

Roll his head

Maintain composure while re-loading lead

Leave his body perfectly folded on the bed

Don't you make Dr. Baklava have to go out to the shed (Uh)

Laundry, uh-uh, no

Sniffing blow in the bathroom (Blow)

Looking like Rob Lowe in the bathroom (Rob Lowe)

'98 blow up the chat room (Uh)

Bitch took a bump, started backflipping like Catwoman (Uh)

I'm uptown, throwing money, doing shoulder shakes (Uh)

Red mustang door display the cobra snake (Uh)

Bitch had Brooke Hogan's face (Uh)

That means she had Hulk Hogan's face, brother (Uh-huh)

Uh, shit

The bitch had Brooke Hogan's face

That means she had Hulk Hogan's face

Out of my face like I'm out of space, out of the States

In a Caribbean place where they spell rum with a H (Uh-huh)

I need a octo-taco pronto, it's the head honcho

Fit's '96 aesthetic, that's how we ride slow

GORE-TEX over Bird Bits, probably in 'Bird flips

Wordsmiths that take work trips and play this work ships

Slick slippery slang, six hours swammies in slacks

When drip drops, I call Kiki at Saks

Inbognito, moving kings and queens that's bigger than my hand (Uh-huh)

'Cause the shit we live and did is even bigger than we planned (Uh)

Bulletproof armor can't protect you from terrible karma

Lies and dishonor, get you stomped with a terror, whomever

Hot off the stove, no tats, just fresh burns (Uh)

The spot's clicking, cause more traffic than left turns

Applying pressure like I'm tryna stop the wound from leaking

When **** rap, I usually think that a buffoon is speaking

You fuckin' idiots, fuckin' dickheads, all of you