Black Bush

[Chorus]

Tell me what reality is, all of y'all back on my dick

Woah, woah

I don't get mad about shit, but did you see that ass on that bitch?

Woah, woah

No, I'm not waitin' in line, you got a little paper? That's fine

Woah, woah

Find it hard to make up my mind, all of y'all hate when I shine

Woah, woah

[Post-Chorus]

Ooh (Ladies and gentlemen, this is a revolution)

Ooh

[Verse 1]

On that black bush, smoke a bunch of Backwoods

My mind numb, I'm high as high come

I'm somewhat of a fuck up, put it in her guts 'til the cum bust, combustion

At the function, drunk and actin' as prophets would

When Pac rocked with Suge, smokin' blunts in Hollywood

I was a youngin who didn't know shit 'bout nothin'

But now I'm twenty-one and I feel like I'm onto somethin'

Gettin' emphysema, madder than Ebenezer

I'm a king, bitch (Salads, I get a Caesar)

Pullin' uranium from Mesopotamian rivers

I need a bitch that let me fuck, then make me some dinner

God made me a sinner, followin' protocol

Overall, I'm fuckin' bitches and there's coke involved

Watchin' Carl Sagan, wishin' I could talk Jamaican

I'm waitin', be prepared for invasion

[Chorus]

Tell me what reality is, all of y'all back on my dick

Woah, woah

I don't get mad about shit, but did you see that ass on that bitch?

Woah, woah (Woo)

No, I'm not waitin' in line, you got a little paper? That's fine

Woah, woah

Find it hard to make up my mind, all of y'all hate when I shine

Woah, woah

[Post-Chorus]

Ooh

Ooh

[Verse 2]

I blow a kiss to the Jehovah's Witness

Fuck a corporation, I support local business (That's the right thing to do)

And this one goes out to all the hoes and bitches

My homies told me, "Better know your limits" (Know your limits)

I'm so efficient, old tradition with dope prevision (Woah)

We smokin' if we here, homie, don't need no permission

Variation of avian in the atrium

Waitin' for nature's rain to shower y'all with some sense, shit

Life gets realer than the press kits

Special like Ed is, so someone call the medic

'Cause I lost my mind, I'm off the Richter scale (Richter scale)

Don't you worry yourself, baby, this is hell (Woo)

Product of a witch's spell, rappers all Chippendale

I'm gettin'-gettin' money now, expensive ginger ale (Taste good)

Sippin' whiskey with a bitch named Lewinsky (Haha)

Told her, "Give me head and tell everybody" (Tell everybody, let 'em know)