Sticks and Stones

[Intro]

You won't ever hear me creeping up on you

[Verse 1]

Yep, I bring out my chick out to Ibiza

Just to grab a slice of pizza

Put my CD in her speaker

Yeah, it's really nice to meet ya

Ain't no monstah, Ain't no creature

I'm online, but ain't no creeper

I'm a topsah, I just beat ya

Out my mind, so let me teach ya

Just to beat, the beat, the beat

Till we bag 'em up

I live in a secret world like Alex Mack

So you don't have to drag it up

Writin' 'till there's noone left like Agatha Christie

Ten little Indian girls all miss me

They build me up and fix me

Throw me out like I'm a frisbee

But my whole team got that distance

And your whole team might be history

So please show me all that money (money)

Jonathan Lipnicki

There's too many people biting

And I told them I hate hickeys

It's a mystery

Who done done it?

You are history

Done done done with

If you pitch me

One one hundredth

Then these other rappers done with

Cause there's something in my stomach

Call it guts, I call it dumb shit

I keep all of these women in my room like they're punished, yo

It's hard to say what my future holds exactly

But yeah, I gotta love my odds like a mathlete

Oh yeah, I gotta love my odds as a black sheep

The kid with no rap sheet but all I do is rap shit

I'm first in class, a prodigy

Orders at me, my mobb's so deep, I'm Prodigy

Hitting me with stick and stones don't bother me

I ignore the wannabe's cause honestly they're not what I would wanna be

So pardon me, please let me exit through the gift shop

My motivation is never waiting for shit to pop

Got some new friends, where they go when the hit stop

Time's kinda funny, let me trap it in my wristwatch

Watch

Watch what's next

Cable television, chicken pox, and stress

Groupie love is kinda like obnoxious sex

Cause I love myself and yeah, that's that

So we can wait until we go and make it major league

Celebratin' with people who always secretly hated me

My neighbors, they just wave at me

They’re nice, they are my favorite peeps

They never tell me keep the noise down when my neighbor sleeps

Well, that's the hard labor, and I ain't into that

So fuck money, Ima put this on the internet

"Donde eres tu girlfriend?" She's in my bed

Why isn't she with you? She isn't into that

Uh, yeah, I'm bilingual

So this is just a hot record, this is not a single

Pop pop pop

Mothafucka, I'm a Pringle

Millionaire matchmaker, makin' yall mingle