Yeah, I'm sorry, huh? What did you say? Oh, I can't hear you. I have an ear infarction and I can't finger it out. It's my fault, the ego's fault, these evil thoughts can be so dark Cerebral palsy, three Zolofts, I eat those off to Rico Suave Look it up Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back with a cracked axle A backpack full of Paxil, a black satchel, a knapsack, and a flask full of Yerkin Jerk Daniels, girl, let's go back, back to my castle I don't wanna hassle you, Alexandra, but my dick's an acronym Cause it stands for you Wait, Alexandra, who? All I know is Friday I met you Saturday I'll probably forget you Guess that's what the Marleyan Erics do Cause who the *** am I laying next to? But ever since D-Nice to the rescue Feel a fresh crew, been a lab rat from a test tube I'm going in, like the Red Roof You don't like it either, cop, until your jaw breaks Call it caught between a rock and a hard place Like a side-squatch in a cross-face Cause you're watching your heart race Like you're Scarface in a car chase But the cops are in arcades Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race Stuck in saw blades At a stop and a start pace What I'm trying to say Is I'm driving them all crazy I can't understand a word you say L'Intendé, I think this way I prefer to stay L'Intendé, I won't stop even when my hair turns gray L'Intendé, cause they won't stop until they can talk me I see the rap game then attack the verses Turn it to a graveyard packed with hearses Just like your funeral, I'm at your service Pockets on stuff like a taxidermist Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela And her grandmother in a tan-colored van Pull up with a handful of Xans And a substantial amount of Gans Just to ask what my whole plan's plans for the night are I said sneak in to the sleep-in for the weekend And pretend it's a five-star Leap in to the deep end of the pool I can show you where the dives are We don't even gotta drive far I know this spot but it's so live But I'm trying to get some Here first Like a nosedive So many side chicks can't decide which to slide with And which should I ditch So when it comes to air Which I get behind like a Heimlich Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes On some switching side chick Pushed her out the sidekick And I flipped the little white bitch off like a light switch It's okay not to like my shirt Everything's fine, drink your wine bitch And get off like we're whining This is just a rhyme bitch But ask me will I stick to my guns like adhesive tape Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak You think getting rid of me's a piece of cake I'm harder than finding Harvey Weinstein a date And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday So save that *** for the damn library You heard of Chris Christopherson Well I ain't *** or something Paul's asking for Christmas off again I said no then I spit this song for him It goes I can't understand a word you say I'm tongue deaf I think this way I prefer to stay I'm tongue deaf I won't stop even when my hair turns gray I'm tongue deaf Cause they won't stop until they can't talk me Bitch I can make orange rhyme with banana Eating pork, grindsword, fighting in pajamas Hit the crib playing Fortnite with your grandma But I'm more like a 4 or 5 with the grammar About to show you why your five favorite rappers Can't touch this but before I get the hammer I should warn you I'm Thor-like in this manner But the day I lose sleep over you critiquing me I'll never let you call Chaka Z it me I need to be a mother***ing pizzeria But you ain't getting no cheese from me I went from Lil' Caesars, Bill Teases, real cheeses Being dirt poor to filthy rich It's still me bitch Like a realtor, that's real tea bitch At the math bitch, whole camp slits We put out fire, Trey Stamps it With my cohorts, hit a Bogart Yeah got your whole squad yelling O-Guard It comes partial, but no holds barred Bitch I'm a hurricane, you're a blowhard Like your old broad, she full of semen Like the Coast Guard And life's been pretty good to me so far For the most part Had a couple of run-ins with Po-Po Caught a couple assault charges Got a few priors, like crowbars Which is so odd cause I'm 48 now That 5-0's starting to creep up on me Like a patrol car I be an old fart But you know what, no parts of it don't start Simmer down, compose yourself Mozart I ain't went nowhere, call me coleslaw Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so raw And if time is money, you have no clocks And any Vogue cock within close proximity Is getting cold cocked My enemies I'm a chimney, give me the smoke ops And R.I.P. to King Bun And it don't stop, and I know not What the *** you say I told y'all it ain't me, it's my alter egos fault But if y'all wanna cancel me, no problem I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul I can't understand a word you say Langtung Defah I think this way I prefer to stay Langtung Defah I won't stop even when my hair turns gray Cause they won't stop until they can't tell me Langtung Defah