[Intro] Yea, y'all don't even know what time it is in this b**h It's like 5:55 PM, I put a clock in a dog, you know what I'm saying Yea, y'all don't even know what's comin' next Unless you heard the song before, or like your friend told you Or you can see into the future or somethin' But if not you don't even know, you don't even know Yea, let's go! [Verse 1] Is this a dictatorship, or a penispotatoeboat Chop up that apple for Adam's kids like I'm going right for their throats My cult of birds and I have got so many follower I'm like a rich hobo getting my box seats at the concert [Chorus] Uh, who dat, who be? It's muthaf**in' me Comin' back with a cold flow, so wipe yo nose Just don't muthaf**in sneeze All over the beat, trynna keep it f**ing clean Swag out the a**, shouldn't have ate them beans Flowing like a flotilla on the Yangtze, uh! [Verse 2] I pour broth on my nilla's I like my cracker's in soup I'm like Lenny pettin' b**hes cause they soft as silk I'm zestier than Key crackin' that muthaf**in orange Peele And I'm f**in' up the game like I'm streakin' on the field [Chorus 2] Squack, yak yak yak I'm gonna make up one, skirt It's gonna be like floor, floor, floor Flaka, Flaka, Squad One of those has gotta work right? [Bridge] Yea so the say this rap game is like a war, like a battle right? (Ching, Ching, Ching!) So does that mean I chop off your ear, and make you look like Evander Holyfeild Go all Mike Tyson on your a** Yea we best get the paint out cause were gonna f**ing hard in it Gonna go f**ing hard paintin' houses and sh** like the Amish Yea, is that how it goes, I think so? This is war muthaf**a spread that paint on your face This is war man you ain't no f**in' disgrace This is war man spread that paint on your face This is war muthaf**a you ain't no f**in disgrace (x4) [Verse 3] Listen to me lyrically, lookin' through a mirror spherically I'll ring your neck than have you squawking' like a parakeet But I'm a nice guy, so you can come back to me for therapy Now I'm sitting on top of the world lookin' down at me spiritually Looking at this guy staring at the gra**y ground Taking his fist and pound and pound Head spinning round and round, like a ba**et hound at a breeding ground Cause he just wanna hear the sound of an audience around But their ain't no one around [Outro] Guys, I didn't mean that come on I wasn't trying to be vulgar and sh** Oh, like come on Just come back and listen I was just being stupid Everybody's stupid sometimes