Verse 1

Don't ring tha alarm
Its just Bread again rap singing his song
Attackin mad class, if you meet me at LARS
Fresh to def too, best believe that I'm sharp
Let me think of some bars.....
(incoherent mumbling)
....lemonade and tea, yeah I'm drinkin tha 'Palms
In thought, trying to see who I'ma sleep wit tomorr(ow)
It'll pop like a pringle if I sneak in tha drawls
Or if tha chicks single, then I'm eaten ya moms
Put seed in her first then fall asleep in her arms
Tha next morning, puking in tha sink and distraught
Were you thinking or not
No I was supposed to hit tha stink and forgot
Cuz I was off that drink and cheifing tha pot
And hollered at a chick in Mitsubishi Galant
Niggery is leaning reachin tha speed of a knot
Mobstaz Lobster getting eaten
By tha examiner of famine or tha damager of inner feeling
And now we're here and dealing, only if we is willing
To get treated like back when we used to be a children
If not, I let GOD, so he can do tha dealing
Tha sheep with DNA materially filled in
These cats get curiously willed and
Too fast, thats whut furiously kills them
To tha damn tree, spiritually healing
Like Banshee, tha Wolverine's appealing
Tha Lord has blessed me tho, but no sneezing
Wit power to spit tha flows below freezing
Blowing this wax to dome and feel breezy
Can't leave that alone tha tree needs me
Gratitude to add a mood to be pleasing
But tha attitude, is that of a nigga thats E Eazy
And Supreme, King me
To B Rad like Angelines BD
Cuz I give tha shit that makes you sick to tha Pitt
When ya stomach, runs a hundred miles a minutes and shit
But I love to love it, not a Timbaland hit
Tha new sheriffs in town when tha emblem fit
Swing sharp things as a pendulum rips
Thru these cock smokers tha injure tha dicks

HOOK

Its Quite necessary,
That I go for greatness til I'm quite legendary
Not quite next then very soon, RIGHT? and assumed quite
rested in tha moonlight, so tha dudes hype

Verse 2

Fuck Chainz, gimmie 2 mics, and 3 woman
But make sure that 2's white, and a British
Chick, mixed to an assumed light, skinned mixture
From a black dude who liked, French bitches
For these intentions, of porn reading scriptures
Then pray to tha Lord, conforming from sinner
Protein will hit them, then More Please
Addicted to whut tha dick did like Morphine
Rock you like a hurricane, not like tha Scorpeens
Va-JJ gets slain, whenever whores fiend
Until I dehydrate them, like poor thing
In tha West, its Les fall, and More Spring
So sit up, as tha strength of tha core brings
A bombing that'll tear threw ya armies and war teams
To bring an end to ya tough day
Releasing some tension, so body aint left strained
Lets go tho, in tha Jogo, why lets play
And see who's tha real Capoeira Maestre
As kicks divide you in half, like Jefe
Figure to beating kids down in tha best way
Getting guns in tha mail on next day
Cuz I'm about that life, lets just say
On vaca, sippin free brew and coladas
In a lawn chair gone, Hakuna Matata