| Clearly my dad’s son
|
| Please don’t get dramatic there’s no need to be mad son
|
| I regularly man up
|
| Paint what’s out my peephole, so my peoples can have some
|
| And think girls are the best thing
|
| Shout to any sister with the nippular breast ring
|
| Though my preference is natural
|
| Regardless of your genus there’s no need to be bashful
|
| I warp through the empire
|
| Zoomin' downhill no hands on a warped tire
|
| While I admire brimstone and hellfire
|
| Damnit I just put my quarters into the wrong dryer
|
| Follow my gut
|
| While your mind is boggled you can fondle my nuts
|
| If you’re feeling hollow, you can swallow one up
|
| Yup
|
| Wade
|
| Wade in the water
|
| Wade
|
| Wade in the water
|
| Wade
|
| Wade in the water
|
| Wade
|
| Wade in the water
|
| Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date
|
| But once you went to date her she was all up in your data
|
| So now the hottie became a candidate for playing hot potato
|
| Although in person though I’m personal as a trainer
|
| I be the first to say, cursing like a sailor
|
| The happy camper
|
| Tramps don’t want to nag the champion of the nag champa
|
| One man
|
| Trying to understand rain’s part of a sun tan
|
| Sun is my root word
|
| Still I’m absurdly susceptible to moon burn
|
| Just how a cat roll
|
| Otherwise it’s the other side of the black hole
|
| Watch for the shrapnel
|
| Yo
|
| You know who sucks too
|
| Every single rapper that I used to look up to
|
| When I was drinking formula I loved you
|
| Son you had a formula that you should have stuck to
|
| Texts are the boy move
|
| Let’s me think my answers out so I can be more smooth
|
| More smoother
|
| Get love like how the ma dukes love the born loser
|
| The born winner
|
| The board of ed, waterbed, born again sinner
|
| God vessel
|
| In a hard sectors, acting all special
|
| You ain’t never seen it once
|
| Leanin' off the garlic knot, and peanut lunch
|
| He dat runs stuff
|
| One |