[Verse] I’m in the crib butt-naked, bitch She say my dick could be the next Black president Americans hate that I’m American Medicine, I treat it like peppermints Ugh, I’m in the ocean getting shark pussy Shoot you in your fucking mouth and make you talk to me Yeah, sometimes, I need someone to talk to ‘Cause I am not a human being—part two! Getting paid show money for walkthroughs Letting all these hoes ride my dick: carpool My bars passed the bar exam, no law school Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds Ugh, what your man doing? I pop his motherfucking top like a canned good And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed And last night, I took a transformer And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron But my girl was sleeping with Decepticons Money talks, man, and mine talk lecture-long P-U-S-S-Y: my second home I be grinding on them hoes like a half-pipe She say, “Tunechi, you the shit; you need your ass wiped” I say, “Before you gas me up, check the gas price” Then I make her take this dick like advice, hahaha She seesaw it, she suck it and enjoy it I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids Jose Canseco, make no mistake Like a white boy wearing black paint, you’re a fake-ass nigga Brake pads, nigga, wait You ain’t in my weight class, nigga Looking for the motherfucking man in the mirror Running this shit like a faucet: Farrah Barra-cuda, who the fuck you are? I can make your bitch root for me like I grew her Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure Ninety billion bitches on my stick like a skewer, that’s swag I’m a true Blood, bitch, no fangs Been went pro, now I’m going pro-pane Tell a bitch, “Get off me!” Bitch, get off me! I got her over here blowing me like coffee Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated And I get head while it’s decapitated, haha Think it’s a game? Nigga, come play I’m with my killer Bs, fuck bug spray Yeah, Young Money so gangsta I personally know strangers, it’s so strange But this girl named Dana like to go anal Shoot him in his head—what’s that? A no-brainer Plain ol’ nigga, but a break from the norm I wear my heart on my sleeve, so don’t be breaking my arm I’d rather wring your fucking neck before I ring the alarm I dream to meet a serial killer that’ll bring me along with him I gotta hit ’em like redbones with long hair Fuck with me, your ass is grass—get a lawn chair I was fucking before my dick started growing hair Bitches sweating me like John Mayer or warm air Man… Nuts and bananas You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners? If you fake, put a egg in your shoe and scramble No rubber, I just fucked this piano, nigga!
[Outro: Lil Wayne / Piano Outro] Lew! Do you! Whoa! Turn it up! Mm! Yeah! Hello World! As I always say… I… Am not… A human being 2
