(Optimus Rhyme)
From the shores of California to the sands Arabia
My flow so sweet like my p*nis in your labia
Extremist in the neighborhood for saying good rhymes
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
Titanium mind, tongue like a landmine
Flow so rare prolly can't even find
You gotta, press rewind when I drop the truth
We great out the stadium, Babe Ruth
Hammering Hank Aaron I’m making bank without caring about you
Or anyone else so stop staring
A’int nothing stopping me, a’int nothing stopping we
Money like the dude with the monocle from Monopoly
Notes so chocolatey, and rhymes so fine
Smoke a little weed to relax your mind
Now we feeling good because nothings wrong
Sing a little song, rolling along
(Chorus)
Self imposed guidelines on a structured frame of time
The western man's burden gotta fight like Tyler Durden
Swerving, to the west, smoking blunts, having sex
In the back of the whip, with a badass chick… with a badass chick
(Kid Sleepy)
Into a tailspin, with tales over theremins
Evidence of cleverness, aces, Boris Becker sh*t
Girl relax... I’ma make that butt spin
Then put you to bed with Teddy Ruxpin
Uh its kid sleepy, chilling with a Tefellin on
First name is Jonathan, my last name phenomenon
I keep on keeping on, I'm kinda like a big dill
I squash mad shiite, with street sweet beets aight?
Flying on the LIE, lying in this Lexus
Race car dyslexic switch lanes call me Tetris
I keep her breathless, my member tremendous
Obstetric entrance relentless with metrics
Now I’m driving down Lincoln in my MKC
Setting asses on fire, air conditioned seats
Clandestine hit it, Mark McGwire spy
I'm two and a half men, you're Jon Crier's size