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Lyrics
[Chorus]
It's my time and I'm-a make it happen
Rhymin' with you was a mistaken action
I tore you up just like a paper napkin
K to the Chek is gonna make it rappin'
(2x)
[Verse 1]
Off the bat, I can rap – I'm just young and I'm handsome
When hotties approach: we tongue and I pants 'em
I spit the illest game; you know the kid is the truest
I keep my chicks young, hot, virgin, and Jewish
But don’t think I'm one-sided cuz my girl could be black, too
As long as she sucks me up harder than vacuums
You can't tie me down: I'll be married, yet clubbin'
Cuz I respect the sistas more than Harriet Tubman
One girl came near so I thought I would flash her
She started to gasp like she just passed Casper
I put her in a cast cuz that's what she asked for
I fucked that bitch straight up the asshole
I like fancy dinners, so I ate out
Every damn night I had to migrate south
Herpes sprouted so I kissed her on the mouth and
Told that bitch I was up and out
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
So much cash: that's what the bank is for
I'm irritatin' you like a canker sore
I bet you're sick of me braggin' and boastin' too
But it's my solo ballad (what I'm 'posed to do)
You think you're nice on the mic, kid? Face it: I'm sicker
Cuz you against me is like gays against Hitler
It's a mismatch, somethin' like a fox and Tweety
I got my own line of "Kix" and a box of Wheaties
And this ain't hip-hop; no, it's not; so fuck off, and dick shop
Lick his cock, and big talk, and get off'd by this glock
Pop crystall and kiss all my biz-alls 'till it flops
My wristwatch says tick-tock, and this record stops
[Chorus]
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