Soliloquy

Yo, I left my daddy 'round '97, he was lazy

Couldn't hit the grind but making babes, I'm crazy

Smoke a bouquet, cop it from my **** pushing daisies

Like a romance, push a **** buttons like a program

I been on the Jager for a day-ger, watch me slow dance

Tough as Conan, this the art of barbarian

I got four white girls, all Aryan

I wonder what they daddy think, fuck 'em, it's a revolution

Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other

I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover

She savin' children by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?

And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan, win you something

Macking this scatter, rapping, no passing my blunt

Don't you put me on Freshman covers, I'm posing with lunch

Think they worthy of presence, presently passing 'em up

No competing with bleachers jogging, I'm running amuck

Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper

Left the bodies in the cul-de-sac, follow me the cult is back

Sippin' on the cognac and that Jim Jones

Watching movies like, damn, that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat

Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet

Belly full of smog again, ciggy's just make me nauseous

Wonder how the fuck you let a **** make you cautious

But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit

Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams

Killer like your neighbor, I'm as nice as everybody seems

We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White

Hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist

Momma, where the priests at?

Why we gotta lease that?

Why we can't own it?

All these fed loaners

There ain't no forewarning, came bombing

I'm just Vietnam

If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom