pass that dutch

, i'm modest, the most mouse, but your style's honestly gotten me grossed out, don't know how many a cocks run your mouth, and the copies of your album you're buying, they don't count, low-brow talent is profound, brolic-y bro, yeah my body of work is so stout, no doubt, organically grown, sold out, when my own sound make for a properly worn crown, yeah, my language it low languish, it's so strange it makes aliens learn english, it's so strange just like the pants on the lone ranger, it's so strange just like the cankles on bojangles, so dangerous, ringo had met rambo, drank a handle of jame, when we taught 'em how to tango, way i'm slinging my ammo, think i could light a candle, when standing up on a banister and landing on a mantle, mickey, minnie, spitting riperton, i'm kicking shit exquisite cause i'm sick of looking in, just in case you missed it i'm gon' rip this shit again, so all the haters listening gotta listen to him again, mary kate taught me s&m in the les, hell, he'd body, yes, let's begin, equestrian, call a quest to questlove, to get drums, but guess what? request snubbed, gut check, regret less, regress none, best bet is to get dressed and get some, a phenomenon is what i be on, doin' shotty rips with hottie chicks and talking body armor, got an awesome arsenal, i don't need a bodyguard, with some bits of but i got a car alarm, time to make the party start, yeah, but once we start the party, sorry kids, we party hard, already barred, i've been blacklisted from the bar, yeah, but disregard the part about pissing in clinton's yard, i'm a track star, i'm faster than pat stark, that has to grab a stash after crashin' his dad's car, on par when the city has gone dark, it ain't selling tickets, the visitors gon' starve, en garde, kids wanted an encore, bong guard, get bitches in on tour, onstar, the commissioners on board, when i asked for permission to ditch and he said sure, see y'all be going to war, i'm ordering more porsche's on the bora bora shore, while the girls explore sorta like dora dora, more curls, more curves, obviously more grown up, yeah but hold up, won't ever compromise, even if it means the end of me and leaves them outta. outta time, outta line, i'm outta limelight, need to poured my gin and tonic right before i rhymed, got my manager on hold, get rid of all the styrofoam on the radio, adios batty boy, yo you gotta go, me and the hot shit, we stay symbolical, while i'm riding my exotic animal, amalfi coast, giddy up, getting up with olivia with the pretty butt, get enough before i give it up, getting stuck, thinking 'bout how i'm a finish up, when there's really no limit to how much i don't give a fuck, for the love, i'm only doing this just because, with a little sense of humor to loosen but who's the judge, who's the rush? aww, who was the last to touch?, man you ruining my groove, move it and pass the dutch