Behold y'all, the digital of urine Drink up bitches, 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 beyond the
Everybody 'bout pistols, gats is borin' He came with a new to flip you, vats of urine All pro, check the stats, his style While you at it, double check that Cristal you're
Born of the pleads that a P in geniuses don't see it, since they don't got these Conveniences, God she's not a ho In the studio you gotta go, you gotta go
Before you flow, make sure you practice or you You don't wanna and let the cactus get to oozin' If any splash, he's disqualified Even if one drip should down the bottle side
Put a bum in a even better Reality show, how far would you go to get a Let alone a Listen by the window, you can him moanin', yuck
Remember, is garbage day It's not the kind of you want to save and harbor away Once it ripened and fermented It on a bouquet that I should say is naturally scented
Tempted by a empty can of Or until we get there, say two or three minutes Yeah, it's fresh, it's sterile say digestible, even edible
If you was stranded out to sea, alone and in dehydration, guzzle your own cup full Some day you may even your son How to use it to make potassium for gunpowder
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like a rap God He's a big log that you find in your 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 elsewhere This man, I'm bored, me too