Sir Michael Rocks - Playstation 1.5 lyrics

Robocop style, I fo-fo pop y'all I'm Yao Ming when it come to confidence and being cool That's what's important to me, you gon' make me fry yo a** Pie yo a**, in the face n***as always tryna get benefits They don't never wanna work for sh** they got But they always wanna be in some sh** In a Benz with bubble gla**, guess I'm on some Benson sh** Guess I'm in the park again, working on my penmanship Signing things on blank trees, putting my initials in them If it's a b**h around my corner guarantee what I'm a do I'm gon' stalk her and I'll walk her to the park after night time If I see some sushi bars around, I'm gon' get in line Grab me a California roll for me and my ho Me and my thot, I put my knee in the box Got a brother from Morocco used to be owned by this doctor Who bred some Tibetan Mastiffs at his ranch house He branched out from medicine and started eating venison and duck Piss you off, this is lumberjack sh**, get the logs, get the axe Make sure that you aim it at their faces and their backs And attack, this is eerie, Iraq I am nasty, Pacman Jackson Elastic stretching across, all they breasts and they bras I be takin' 'em Jamiacan rum, fillin' my intestines You can still see Jamaican sun on my complexion And son, I'm not your father and I am not perfection You can be the one if you just challenge your perception