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]