[Verse 1] Streets robbed me I wasn't educated properly But fuck that I needed money for a Harley Multi-colored streamers handlebars looking gnarly Parked outside the bar, security didn't card me One of the perks of having a big penis My blood Sugar Lo, like stabbing the kid's fingers And Danger Mouse was at the spot looking dapper Flagged the bartender and ordered a red snapper So it was me and Gnarls Barkley at the Mardi Gras Posted up at this rinky dink bougie artsy bar I overheard these two drunken fools losin' it Couldn't make it out, my assumptions YouTube and shit Or MySpace plays, some artist that they came across Poppin' shit about him talking like he lame or soft Like "blahzay blah", "where the fuck they find him?" Turned around when I heard Def Jux shouldn't have signed him Nigga what? Cracked a bottle in a fit of rage Disengaged, stabbed the second goofy in his ribcage The first clown I gave him a Mike Tyson Straight up and knife-sliced him and gave him a nice bitin' Then I grabbed their heads, banged 'em on the wall yo Repeatedly, frequently, brains was on the floor Man D. Swain does it all Took my size 17's and put the pain to they jaw One stomp for the blogs that overlook me Two stomps for the promoters that never book me Three stomps for you fickle-ass fucks That say my shit is weak and think that Nickelback sucks Blood was everywhere, I was feeling good Even did my Eddie Haskell dance Suga Lo was like "I ain't know you was a Dizzee Rascal fan" Well god damn, ain't this a B Thought them boys was dissin' me Seven hours later called up Tiffany from the precinct Loyal to a T but her feet stink Bailed me out of jail even though her man was hatin' on me Took me to the crib, shorty had a Manwich waitin' on me
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1] Streets robbed me I wasn't educated properly But fuck that I needed money for a Harley Multi-colored streamers handlebars looking gnarly Parked outside the bar, security didn't card me One of the perks of having a big penis My blood Sugar Lo, like stabbing the kid's fingers And Danger Mouse was at the spot looking dapper Flagged the bartender and ordered a red snapper So it was me and Gnarls Barkley at the Mardi Gras Posted up at this rinky dink bougie artsy bar I overheard these two drunken fools losin' it Couldn't make it out, my assumptions YouTube and shit Or MySpace plays, some artist that they came across Poppin' shit about him talking like he lame or soft Like "blahzay blah", "where the fuck they find him?" Turned around when I heard Def Jux shouldn't have signed him Nigga what? Cracked a bottle in a fit of rage Disengaged, stabbed the second goofy in his ribcage The first clown I gave him a Mike Tyson Straight up and knife-sliced him and gave him a nice bitin' Then I grabbed their heads, banged 'em on the wall yo Repeatedly, frequently, brains was on the floor Man D. Swain does it all Took my size 17's and put the pain to they jaw One stomp for the blogs that overlook me Two stomps for the promoters that never book me Three stomps for you fickle-ass fucks That say my shit is weak and think that Nickelback sucks Blood was everywhere, I was feeling good Even did my Eddie Haskell dance Suga Lo was like "I ain't know you was a Dizzee Rascal fan" Well god damn, ain't this a B Thought them boys was dissin' me Seven hours later called up Tiffany from the precinct Loyal to a T but her feet stink Bailed me out of jail even though her man was hatin' on me Took me to the crib, shorty had a Manwich waitin' on me
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