Am I rapping or what

I can't hear the headphones yeah

Turn me up in the headphones

Yeah Yeah Yeah Ok alright

Jump tumble

Front flips off the roof like a stunt double

My shorty doing kegels for her cunt muscle

Keep her shaped up

The M3 all green fly like a strange duck

My dad was right when he said I was a deranged f**k

Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc

Saddam Hussein guns

Held by nuns who do d**gs while beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug

Pinky up

The joint thicker than Pinky's butt

Just as stinky

Nick Van Exel with the handle Helsinki

Eggs Rothko

The handmade suit cloth I got the sports coat

Twenty three and a half feet on the sports boat

Brown vest made of suede on my torso

Close my eyes inhale deep sail free

Blind fury hoppin' out the braille jeep

Serve me snails to eat

No ham and cheese

I'm tanning

The 540i color salmon

Smoke a cannon

Push the seat back

Put your feet up

Roll my w**d up

Why's it feel like my life is moving fast yo

Get your own don't worry about my cash flow

I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole

I need that first class dough

Why's it feel like my life is moving fast yo

Get your own don't worry about my cash flow

I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole

I need that first class dough

It's me Big Body

Who the f**k else

You gotta pardon my absence man

I just came back off of vacay man

Just spent the whole f**king weekend up in Orchard Beach

Living the f**king life

I was out there Wildin

Had your moms on the motherf**king boogie board

Doing all types of stunts

But now I'm back though

Ain't s**t changed

Just came back check my motherf**king emails

Got more motherf**king deals on the table

Don't even know what the f**k to do now

S**t

Oh my god

You can still see me though

Out there on Fulton street at 3 in the morning

Bench pressin' a fiend

Ain't s**t changed still loitering

Ok Ok

I'm relyin' on Viacom to keep my lights and fire on

Made a deal with Lucifer said "give me the universe"

Every Single Planet

It hurts kind of like losing your first love

I saw the bright lights and started doing the worst d**gs

Now I'm backtracking and hash rappin' with Action

Throwing hand grenades at paddywagons in passing

Old fashioned soul grabber snorting all the coke up

The type of s**t to turn a World War into a Polka

Polo'd up the double RL icon

Steppin' out the limo tuxedos made of python

Listening to Lionel Richie f**kin with the lights on

Rice on the table have us going all night long

Again and again and again

Rooftops sippin on some red wine

Start to realize I've been trippin s**t its just fine

So I read a passage out the Bible as I take a bath

Dry off Hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave

Bout to say f**k it and form a union

March up to city hall and protest pollution.

Yes