[Produced by Flying Lotus]
[Verse 1: Captain Murphy]
f**!
A true believer's manifesto I do, The King he say so
Crown the boy and k** these f**ing jesters on the dice roll
The bottle got 'em real nice, I got the night popping off
Ain't never rock no mic, I only Rachmaninoff
Tell these hoes knock it off, my lawn is looking real pretty
Spend a lot of time snorting lines off your b**h's titty
Laugh it up fuzzball
You didn't see us back there
She spent her night contemplating life within a nut hair
I know you think its not fair but this is how it be though
A s**y beast control the globe chilling in a speedo
Above the law, making bets
Sing my song, make your bets
Just keep it raw, n***a
About to spark the la, n***a
Smoke an L with the Captain, ain't nothing that he lacking
Cadillacing on some rap sh**, ain't never look back
When I leave her lost looking for my number on the napkin
This is how it happened, the voodoo in my rapping
Who knew she'd be lacking all the sk**s it take
To make The King a couple steaks
Separated from the fakes
Now you see the fate we make, terminate the f**ing hate
Before I go and leak the tape or masturbate
When I humiliate
The God is really great, blessed up on the record crate
Bet she gonna take the bait, telling her she think she late
Put a stain upon her pretty taint
Lick the tip or shake the weight
Up on the first or second date
Put a stain upon her pretty taint
Shake the weight or lick the tip
Up on the first or second date
Put a stain upon her pretty taint
Shake the weight or lick the tip
Up on the first or second date