S.O.B. - Random Thoughts Of A Black Guy Freestyle lyrics

Get on my level I'm unsettled I'm Steaming off the kettle I'm so Sweat I'm stealing that Hansel and Greatal Or Nutella Or I'm black and yellow Freaking geeking that child gambino Lil she know Looking for fishy That means she finding memo Yay fella It's femi Jaye fella I'm in your block fella I'm Not gone stop fella You'd Insert a craappy metaphor to do with Roc-A-Fella You people be smoking You people be drinking I'm in the back of the club I'm Plotting like what is he thinking All this liquor is sipping dripping In a bunch of these children They think there pimping cause there kissing, lips-ing that turns into licking Girls grind on his tip To a beat as hard as his dick And the lights be splashing and crashing Turn these kids epileptic Guy is trying to hit Your generation is sick Get the hell out the club then Cause them people like it! Gone from a pastor to party crasher From a virgins to smash her Dash her, to the next person until that girl need a plaster And through this drug s** and weed Gets to the music I breed If I need ID for a club Maybe I need one for CD's It's femi jaye It's femi jaye I'm eating peanut bu*ter It's femi jaye It's femi jaye It's femi jaye I dont even like peanut bu*ter Femi jaye