Behold y'all, the vats of urine up bitches, taste our liquid gold Err, you respect yourself First, you yourself, hey man, you made a rhyme Yes it is for I am a rap God from the moon
Everybody talkin' pistols, gats is borin' He with a new topic to flip you, vats of urine All pro, check the stats, his style While you at it, double check that you're pourin'
Born of the pleads needs a P in geniuses Broads see it, since they don't got these Conveniences, thank God not a ho In the when you gotta go, you gotta go
Before you flow, sure you practice or you losin' You don't wanna and let the cactus get to oozin' If any contestant splash, disqualified Even if one drip should slide the bottle side
Put a bum in a even better Reality show, how far would you go to get a Let a buck Listen by the window, you can him moanin', yuck
Remember, tomorrow is day It's not the of stuff you want to save and harbor away it gets ripened and fermented It takes on a bouquet that I should say is naturally
Tempted by a can of Guinness Or waitin' until we get there, say two or three Yeah, when it's fresh, sterile Some say digestible, edible
If you was stranded out to sea, alone and in Survive dehydration, guzzle your own cup day you may even show your son How to use it to make nitrate for gunpowder
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He's a rap God He's like a big log that you find in toilet Fo' real, bow down and suck his
And I am to kick it all up in here, stand by for kickin' I am the kicker er, not you, you kick This man, I'm bored, me too