Steve Buscemi

"Young boy in the front wanna tax me Kick him out the front and put him in the backseat Depth of the red man Clash me Like "give me back my VAT" Like Resee, double-take, kept my receipt These men are virgins, they're sleeping on me Well, now I've got a headache, sounds like a rattlesnake Man, pull up on me Slam on the brakes Slam on the brakes Forgoodness sake Cut out the snakes, man, cut out the racket Scrap the racket, baseball bat it Rage at traffic Man try me, and I will attack him, I'm packing, I'll smack him, I'm hectic, bipolar and manic "These girls wanna try to tie me down" S̄wạs̄dī Sour diesel I know you like green, but no disrespect when I leave you on read Girl, I'm ahead Bagging that indica, I ain't that into ya Ripping that Billy, now man acting silly That's pathetic, and I'll roll your head I'm getting tired of you, go back to bed Go back to bed, go back to sleep Wake a man up if he's sleeping on me Thinks he belongs on a poster I'll put that mug back down like it's a coaster You'll get flamed like bread in a toaster Don't act up, do what you're supposed to What you're supposed to, do what you do These men are jarring, conservative, barring Looking at me like I'm a jammy yute See what I did, man, see what I do No gloss, wack Motherfucker prick Chatting wass to next Donny about being a big man Badman skeng matafact get lenged man He gets with one goth girl in the mirror, all he sees is king For one glass, I can see you ain't got rizz man L plate your life, stick to being a fan Take the L man, if you're on smoke, do the deed But with no papers, you can't even smoke weed"