It's Me

[Intro] Fucking wax man What is this doing to us? [Verse] Heading towards a magical path Rhyming over African jazz Put the drug inside the crack of my ass Do a squat then it falls out Set it off, tell my whore, "Wear the mall out Cop whatever, put it on the mastercard Come home so I can fuck you really fast and hard" (Yo who the fuck you with?) Oh, I'm with that bastard Jon In the Porsche and the seats are made of mastodon He had an accident and now he got a plastic arm Got paid, got his mom a nail salon Got laid, he can choose 'em from a catalogue Russian, Taiwanese, whatever They say I'm looking Siamese in leather Little red devil on the dresser Writing red pencil on the letter Thin slices of the cheddar Fold it up make my life better We had the lunch at Osteria Morini I had the calf's brain Half glass of Cabernet on the PATH train New year they still love me for my past fame Like a soccer player call me by my last name A young Zinedine Zidane In Flushing Meadow Park drinking hennessy with mom You might catch me out in Tennessee with wine Won't even dine unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan [Outro] Fly away Shit, won't even dine Unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan [Phil Mickleson Enbrel commercial]