[Verse 1: Eric G]
Hair great, hair straight from the 70s
Smells good, real good b**h you're smelling me
I'm almighty Jim Carrey, Steve Carrel and me
Listen kittens we're spitting. We're a hot pan with hella grease
I'm deep, thin, full of wishes. No one well as me. No one flow well as me
Oh you're telling me hip hops dead but I'm a necrophiliac
No son! Turn it off! You don't want to be hearing that!
I'm your worst nightmare. I don't really rap
I just really really wish that someone would bring Heelys back
I really really wish that someone would bring Heelys back
I think they're cool, I think they're b**hing!
I'm still, in fact, the rap king crushing you like putty
No silly rap. Dating beats. Feeling Tracks
Feeling me. Feeling Whack
[Verse 2: Eric G.]
Hair great, hair straight from the 70s
Smells good, real good b**h you're smelling me
I'm almighty Jim Carrey, Steve Carrel and me
Listen kittens we're spitting. We're a hot pan with hella grease
You like Drake? I like Drake! I like your energy
I'm the elegant centerpiece of music and melodies
All I'm telling is legacies, k**ing it is my tendency
I bet your sweating me because I'm set at heavenly
I rip mics, chew up rappers, it's my appetite
My flow fornicates with your neurons, f** what you have in mind
If you don't see greatness, then you're probably blind
I can't rap in public. His spit outa be a crime
[Bridge: Eric G]
This tongue of mine is on the run
I come with rhymes, I find it fun to stun the minds of young and old
And dumb and wise, it's my demise to split the lips of these punk rappers
s** my dick, f** you after
It's not funny?
f** you're laughter. It's just banter…
2x
[Outro: Eric G.]
My solitude is given up for you. (Bump it, bump it)