I'm the dude
I'm the dude
Catfish Billy's on premium gas, I'm fuckin' heavin' with cash
I sprayed the ceiling with Louie, gave the ceiling a bath
Oh, you catchin' feelings, homie? Ease it on back
Catch smoke from a young gun you gonna have to breathe in a mask
Frat boy, are you in need of an ass whoopin'?
'Cause the way you lookin' makes me helium laugh
Even a grad student tryna be prudent will get tossed even as trash
Top of the morning to ya, oh, I'm so different to ya
Hopin' you prayed this morning, that you said, "Hallelujah"
Malcolm, you in the middle, your algorithm is screwed up
Yeah, Mark Zuckerberg, I'm tattooed up, here I am
Here I am
Sittin' here
In my chair
Mindin' my own business, this ain't even fair
What you said
I don't care
I don't want no problems (I'ma whoop— whoop— I'ma whoop—)
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass I swear
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
You done woke up a sleeping giant, a heap of lions
You done stuck your hand on a pot that's still fryin'
I done been down this road so many times
That I could drive it blindfolded, drunk, drop gears and hill climb it
Bitch, when I yell out (Uh-oh)
Slumerican squad up, motherfucker, (Uh-oh), salute the low lifes
You all up on me, you gamblin' that's it no price
To be game, 'cause I got snake eyes on both dice
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
I'm still hungry but humble, so let me buy you dinner
Swipe that black card over your shoulder, God damn
These conservative fucking yuppies, man, but here I am
Here I am
Sittin' here
In my chair
Mindin' my own business, this ain't even fair
What you said
I don't care
I don't want no problems (I'ma whoop— whoop— I'ma whoop—)
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass I swear
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair
I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear
Get up
Better tighten your lip up
I don't give a damn about none of your crew
I'm about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya (Uh-oh)
Got a belly full of liquor (Uh-oh)
And I don't give a damn about none of your crew
I'm about to do what daddy used to do
I'll get up
Better tighten your lip up
I don't give a damn about none of your crew
I'm about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya (Uh-oh)
Got a belly full of liquor (Uh-oh)
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