no flex zone (remix)

, i'm jubilant with a stupid grin, which screw's loose where do you begin?, i call my dude and i tell him what room i'm in then moon him, from the window of the looney bin, he's fuming, cause i'm really being rude again, i ruin my connection to my human kin, and so i'm movin' into the kennel, settle down with the goof troop, snoop, and it's juice and gin, took my tylenol, and took a violent fall, when i tried to crawl, up the asylum wall, watsky sippin' carlo rossi, all the foxy ladies, i can drunk dial 'em all, because i can be in seventeen places at once, while seventeen me's puff a hundred seventy blunts, and while i'm chiefin' in dc with eric holder, i'm sharing marijuana with the mayor of boulder, colorado, but the air is colder, when i'm in the south pole, where the bears are polar, i crap on the critics who deny my place, then wipe my ass with the fabric of time and space, no flex zone, no flex zone, they know better, they know better, no flex zone, no flex zone, they know better, they know better, i know, the city, it be full of crap, plastic pretty women, hear my knuckles crack, out on hollywood boulevard poppin' those silicone humps, like it was a roll of bubble wrap, i keep my fingernails sharp, and my mind too, if the dog's gonna bark, then i'll find you, but if you scratchin' on the bark of the wrong tree, and i reach you then i'll eat you, i'm hungry, cause i don't care if you're a sex machine, little man, move along to the next vagine, i can slide up in the west and i bless the scene, the queen, here to flex on the next regime, my team, is impeccable, wrecking every consecutive sucker, that wanna step up and knock us off of the pedestal, you're pitiful, lookin' just like the next goon, put 'em all on a rocket to neptune, roll up to attend our bash, and you get whiplash like a ten car crash, with kim kardashian's ass, get a flash, of the passenger side of the jaguar's dash, i come through late like dre with detox, if these elite jocks, i'll say we're ewoks, chumps with wee cocks, pull up your knee socks, then pump your reeboks, then jump the tree tops, skintone fair, syndrome rare, the peasant is unpleasant but the king don't care, let them all call, let my ringtone blare, while the beat bump, bump like a ingrown hair, bump, bump like a ingrown, bump like a ingrown, bump, bump, bump like a ingrown hair, cut through the jungle in the middle of nowhere, i'm steady with my machete, i'm ready to go there, i be rubbin' my nipples, givin' the public a sample, of my ridiculous and my jiggly bubbly personality, hit 'em with the fatality, lickety-split, a lot of petty people, they don't get the simplest shit, they don't mean diddly squat, do they? now riddle me that, we be the pitbulls, nibble on these kittens and cats, eat 'em like kibbles 'n bits, leavin' them stiff on their back, give them a wag of the finger, never a tip of the cap, we be the pick of the litter, keepin' it mentally locked, i got a lot of opinions, more than a centipede's socks, and i open up the door when my enemy knocks, they're gonna be checkin' me, then they're gonna be in the penalty box, lookin' a bit like a hockey player with a messed-up enamel, and i be clickin' the button for the discovery channel, until i'm kickin' the bucket, so kiss my butt, i'm an animal, and i get more hump than a couple of camels