[Intro] It’s time to, it’s time to, it’s time to work out Wake up
[Verse 1] I feel like I’ve got elephant tusks I’m hellafied bonafide Kentucky fried, I’m nuts, what? And I’m staying lubricated daily Slip my dick in to whatever it fit in, I’m crazy Holy mosh pit, Osh Kosh B’gosh It’s completely retarded the size my crotch gets I’m pooping on rappers Not only pooping, but poop scooping And vacuuming them bastards Push, pull, let’s give it a go Go to the limit, I’m a living animal I’m a motherfucking hustler, and I’m married to the game I take her out to eat, then I fuck her Rollin’ down the block in my bicycle Steady smoking on my mom’s white widow I’m as about as fly as it gets So fly that basically I’m on top of shit
[Hook] Wake up world, time to work out Turn the lights on, wake up girl Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Let’s go to work
Wake up world, time to work out Turn the lights on, wake up girl Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Let’s go to work
[Verse 2] I’m so Rick Ross, I’m such a big boss I got ’em hating on me, they must be pissed off Young Prof is something that you’ve never seen I swear to god I’ve been the best since I was seventeen You a bald man, I’m a rock band You a choir boy, I’m a boss man Motherfucker, I’m a small economy Arguably I’m a rarity, considered an anomaly You’re so gumshoe, I’m in your face like a front tooth Better recognize when I come through, my whole crew fights Taste an uppercut up in the jaw and get elevated to new heights Young Prof hop out the coupe So damn fresh man, I’m smelling like juice Motherfucking unbelievable even though I’m achieving All these things that’s unachievable
[Hook] Wake up world, time to work out Turn the lights on, wake up girl Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Let’s go to work
Wake up world, time to work out Turn the lights on, wake up girl Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Woah-ooh-ooh (Yeah) Let’s go to work
[Verse 3] Best white rapper in a decade Swagger similar to Larry Bird plus an essay Really? Prof is getting silly Flow is so damn cold, chilly willy Cock swole, snot nosed, looking hood rat I be like: “Dylan, please rerecord me, where the kush at?” High school haters pay the price You pussies come around me then you bros get iced It’s cold as shit, huh? Hard, I’m a dead man walking Best MC that you seen out of coffin In other words I believe that I’m awesome Possum, bounce on the track like a problem Swallow MC’s twenty-four seven Like a hungry clock I’ll go back for seconds Look at me I’m filthy If you want life to be better, I suggest you kill me Took darling to the crib for a meal Curtains were drawn, but the furniture was real The food was great the talk was small The boobs were fake, I kept my socks on Dumb dadda, young Prof is in the Ramada Come swalla pina cum-lada. That is something I don’t run outta So until mañana, in my sonata Give me mama I can beat the buns outta Yeah, keep it on the hustle, see ya in the morning See ya in the morning (Let’s go to work) Yeah, keep it on the hustle, see ya in the morning See ya in the morning (Let’s go to work)
[Outro] You know what I’m talking about, bitch? Find a better MC than me right now I will personally deliver a gift-wrapped fuckin’ flyin’ pig With a diamond fuckin’ bow on top, bitch Diamond encrusted pieces Ain’t too many motherfuckers fuckin’ with me right now Real talk, diamond encrusted pieces If you disagree play […] Yeah, snitches Man, I try to be humble, motherfucker
