Conceited Bastard

Verse 1: I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest ****)

I make up like foundation, now who you facing?

The waterproof emcee,

Ras blessed the mic faster than

Ramadan in mach 3

Get off my ****, *****

And tell your ***** to come here

And stick your **** in your eardrum and **** what you heard (Yeah)

Fa sheezy, articulate drama

Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas

I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry

Whippin' a

BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)

Devil in a blue dress packing heat

While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street

My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars

Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)

Get it popping like

Felicia and

Amhad Rashad

Keep my game face on like a goalie

So stick yourself,

Pretty Tony

Chorus: You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)

Verse 2: (We still got some non-believers)

So I'ma drop the bomb

Like the one-armed wide reciever

See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)

Criminally insana, my brain do the

Macarena Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer

Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer

Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure

Speak my mind at my leisure

Living singe with more hoes than

Khadijah And when

I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent

Clowning all baby-face ass ****** who love hoes and pay rent

Give a chicken six cents for

Gucci boots (Hell no!)

I rather mop the floor at a peep show

What part of "I'm the ****?" don't you understand? (Gooby *****)

Your favorite rapper is a

Ras Kass fan

So, how many dykes do

I flip on the daily?

Many money, just give me plenty

Henny Remmy

Chorus: 8x again

Verse 3: (Well, that's true)

Damn, skippy

I put that on everything

I love Like when

Lucy was ****ing

Ricky Got more stripes than

Adidas I'm cavy like fish fetus

See money snit and ******** out-run cheetahs

Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism

Indo got you believing what your pen do

Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do

With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can

My man, understand,

I got connections

So much doe in my pocket,

I give my girl a yeast infection

I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome

Is you a playa from the

Himalyas with

Jerome-rome

This one girl tried to

Billy Jean me

But I was wearing two rubbers

So name that *****,

Whodini (laughing)

Controversal reversal, this is my planet

You just a

Reebok commercial

Chorus What, *****, check, check, yeah

Uh, huh, yeah, yeah

This goes out to all the critics

You can suck the di****

Check this out for all the *****es to the radio

Don't hate me though, you don't know me