I don't wanna be, I service you a smirk, I don't wanna be, you the way like a fly! I wanna be, you might be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I don't wanna be, they call me Nice! I wanna be, I'm staying fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, fucker, check the kicks! 101, homes, what the lesson is. Man you're ugly and she is worse, Who wants to volunteer to Me first! like a platypus feeling like a hippo, See the girls scream as as I step out the limo. Just because we share the same mic mean you nice either, really any shirt can be a beater. There go Prof on 'em again. Follow a gorgeous women and I holler 'em in. Take 'em to the store or bar with the friends, be callin' again, you can call it a win! All I do is do it, in my Buick, get the ... like, oh I'll do it! I a couple of bars, I'm living with a fist full, are together now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Poole] It's official, I've made aware of the ratio, Now all I care is (gears?) and fellatio. The soul of a man's career on Casio, your battle drones and fly you off the patio, Everybody money off the microphone, So they can just...and a Viper on some chrome. But I'm the classiest or the trashiest, I'm planet exists on the of Minneapolis. And I'm the catalyst for world lyricism, Be glad your chick is blast in this in her system! She loves that hard rhythm presentation, Fallen rap used to crash in her basement. This the flash dated six point five, shots appear we're making this joint live And affect once my man. Now show some respect and a gentleman's hand.
[Felipe Ah, I'm like a breath of air, Sexy mother fucker with that ass hair. I didn't to be tasteless, Just thought I take a second to my greatness. I'm an example of how to step your up, Aim up, when I'm out you lame ducks. Ride through my entertaining your sister, Bass bumpin old (solberry kickers?) I'm trying to it like a T.I. Is, I hope you catch a (know?), what you know about I'm so bad, like a single parent mommy with her all did, But her kids is sloppy! You can't me, broke the brakes on this Chevy, fast, try to catch the homies ... It's heavy, hit the gym to take my weight up, It's than your block homeboy, so throw your state up.
Came up the hard way and put my up, Now why would anybody hate slug? Straight up, your fake pump snake blood! Fuck you and the you take up! My are red cause my life in death I put my feet up on the table where slice the bread! Boast and brag my toe gets tagged, Old men swagger with a bag! I go one for the road, two for the encore, Couple more make you feel you're holding down floor! You ain't a whore, cause make money, just a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask your 'bout Atmosphere, to the hell and got a souvenir rap career! Now I walk the place with the grace of a John Deer, And then you're got weird!
I don't wanna be, I service you a smirk, I don't wanna be, show you the way a fly! I don't wanna be, you be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!