[Chorus] sh**ted on 'em Man I just sh**ted on 'em sh**ted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em sh**ted on 'em Man I just sh**ted on 'em sh**ted on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these b**hes is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em Let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals I might break you off And we ain't making up I don't need a mediator Just let them bums blow steam, radiator [Chorus] This stone is flawless F-1 I keep shooters up top in the F-1 A lot of bad b**hes beggin' me to eff one But I'm a eat them rap b**hes when the chef come Those some fresh one's More talent in my mother f**in' left thumb She ain't a Nicki fan then the b**h deaf dumb You ain't my son you my mother f**in' step-son [Chorus] All these b**hes is my sons And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix b**h I get money so I do's what I pleases I live with the mother f**in' pools and the trees is Broke b**hes so crusty (disgust me) Gave the b**h a ride got the Continental dusty Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the duff' b Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me I'm the terminator, b**h talk slick I am have to terminate her These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator You my seed I spray you with the germinator Move back bugs, matter fact you know the queen could use a back rub If you could turn back time, Cher You used the be here but now you gone Nair [Chorus]