Its the return of Jimmy Carter, back from the bottomless pit We run triz nain, never calling it quits Chewing a tooth pick, giving 2 sh**s, got a spliff lit I kiss kiss on a thick b**h, and i got her open Scoping all areas, various If I were to marry an Aquarius I would let the cherry bust, let her bury lust I'm very rushed, having a scary fuss cause I was smoking on berry stuff I be coaching a ho, hit a roach like a pro Returned on the right day, we should be smoking an O Oh how lovely the return was I burn bugs, give stern hugs no sherm d** You get a turned buzz, you just learned cuz Your teams a perm rug on a stern thug Can't discern the son, gay or tough, you decide You spit the truest lies, I give the newest vibes I go the flow to make girls say f** I should have stuck with 39 regrets gonna s** Oh well, have a very nice life I write bright and rolled the dice twice on the ice pipes Subway cars, metro-card swipes Red and orange nikes, he was dreaded pouring sprite On sight, half rican boy dude half white I could pump crack or grab skates and half pipe Not even half right, I did my math tight Made the path sight going over the gra** height I blast mics like I didn't even want to b**h rappers you know I'm gonna straight haunt you Its the return, 39th prez in the house Bring the bottles and weed out, take 3 ounce Tree counts, and well party till days end I wade friends and weighed them on a very great sins Thats why I thank them, be grateful Hate pulls, poorly, pour me ups some grapes yo We are back to destroy and show the world That we do it nonstop It's the return of Jimmy Carter