Tiggers In Paris lyrics

This is a spelling bee, these words will make you sting. Gonorrhea in your ears, just let it f*ckin' ring
A lot like my phone, I'm off the hook. Running sh*t like Usain Bolt. We writing books, f*ckin' bookin it
I got you look all shook, this ain't a halfway house, this game is filled with crooks. Call me Heisenberg
The undisputed best cook, Jesse's sh*t knocks you on your ass like a right hook. I got the fight booked
Kung fu frightening. Show her my John Travolta, Greased Lightning. Woah slow it down, you're juggling the topics
I like my women how I like my cars, topless. I got this, beat's already killed. Kiddies playing minecraft, in a
Mine field. With no idea, how the world works, about to get taken over by us young turks. For sure, the future
f*ckin' leaders. Time to make it f*ckin' legal, got the fever for the reefer. Penetrating your hearts, with my f*ckin'
Weiner. Talk abou a creampie, let's hope I'm not a skeeter. Don't fear the reaper, he's a f*ckin' teaser cuttin millimeter
Peters off with a f*ckin' cleaver. Take a breather, I'm bringing back raw hip hop. The world is ours, but he killed 2Pac