Conceited Bastard

Verse 1: I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit) I make up like foundation, now who you facing? The waterproof emcee, Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3 Get off my d**k, nigga And tell your bitch to come here And stick your d**k in your eardrum and f**k what you heard (Yeah) Fa sheezy, articulate drama Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy) Devil in a blue dress packing heat While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect) Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad Keep my game face on like a goalie So stick yourself, Pretty Tony Chorus: You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x) Verse 2: (We still got some non-believers) So I'ma drop the bomb Like the one-armed wide reciever See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone) Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure Speak my mind at my leisure Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent Clowning all baby-face a*s niggas who love hoes and pay rent Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!) I rather mop the floor at a peep show What part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand? (Gooby bitch) Your favorite rapper is a Ras Ka*s fan So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily? Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy Chorus: 8x again Verse 3: (Well, that's true) Damn, skippy I put that on everything I love Like when Lucy was f**king Ricky Got more stripes than Adidas I'm cavy like fish fetus See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism Indo got you believing what your pen do Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can My man, understand, I got connections So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome This one girl tried to Billy Jean me But I was wearing two rubbers So name that nigga, Whodini (laughing) Controversal reversal, this is my planet You just a Reebok commercial Chorus What, nigga, check, check, yeah Uh, huh, yeah, yeah This goes out to all the critics You can s*ck the did**k Check this out for all the bitches to the radio Don't hate me though, you don't know me