Stevie McFly - Lunch Special lyrics

I'm the devil, bumping ba*tard at bedtime Party at the Pad, shout to my n***as in Bed-Stuy This my city, never running out of cash here Bring your girl around and I'mma bag her like a cashier You sound like I did last year I sound like Grammys next year My Jordan year was dope, but I'll make twenty-four my best year Might bring the mohawk back That haircut can't get rid of me Because it was the closest thing I had to an identity I'm Dillinger on the track, cause I am a public enemy Like Tyler the Creator, lost my mind with my virginity I'm a little OF, a little Kanye A little bit of Gretzky and a little of Lebron James A little Dostoevsky and a little bit of Mark Twain Booze and c**aina got a n***a going insane sh** never changes, but it's inevitable that sh** change Got sick dames on my dick, mang, giving me that sick brain Said that sh** on Ski Trip, but I guess it bears repeating Until you get the message and it headbu*ts you like Zidane Zidane, whatever You make sick songs? Mine better I got picked on forever Now these n***as not on my level My exes are regretful I murder ba** and treble You want the beef brought to your door? I'll bring the lunch special