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