Conan

[Verse 1]: Hard for me poke her, god forbid, I offer man I'm far from mediocre I was eating like a needy greedy ogre Now my heart is bleeding and I'm sitting eating yogurt Almost lost completely, see me on a milk cart I can't trust my sweetie, I'm defeated now the Hulk hurt Little giant lying in a puddle not to soak her But little giant getting muddy I'm the joker Study my report card, buddy i got four stars Everybody huddle while I'm bloodier then war scars Ey Underneath the north star, war horse Hoping that a porsche will be my fourth car Sippin' from a gold tea cup, girl B cup Wanna be a C cup, telling her to speak up Walk through night club, people still clearing space Keep doing shows, soon I'm gonna need a hearing aid As an old man i'll be Conan on a stone throne Pointing up to space saying phone home I'm arnold scwharzenegger with a chrome dome I'm a terminator, Imma burn em with these gold poems Ya Smoke you with this home grown Livin' in a glass house, careful of the stones thrown Roaming like a cellphone ya I'm in my own zone Killin all these drone clones