So Much Gas I could Fly a Tank

So Much Mass I Could Sail through an Avalanch

If I was on the Titantic that bitch wouldn'ta sank

So Much Ass I Could Apply For Stank

So Much Cash I Could Buy The Fame

So Much Fats Look Like I'm Eyein a Steak

Rib eyes Baby All I want is all of that Pank

So Much Flash My Third Eye Went Blind in the Paint

Shake yo booty ona Xylaphone

Reno 911 Terry Gang Trya Hoe

Gotta Cooty Gotta Microphone

Beto Orourk Ate my ass ina line of coke

Booshie Type tuh KbyeaHoe

WOOPIE GOLDBERG On The OBAMA PHONE

Hows yo Qeiko Quote

This the Zeitgeist Hoes

I’m Comin Thru the

White Light’s Rose

Like a Fibonacci Fold

Fuck you in yo toes

If you wifie otherwise no

Fuck off of my coast

I’m too far off the Coast

But Heres my coat

Buildin castles on Sand

Just to Figure how they Try tah go

Fall after they Stand I’m

Paintin Pictures With Concrete

On My Hands Like the Thinker

Went and Caught a couple cracks

But if Black Don’t Crack Than Stone

Ain’t Glass less you Lookin Thru the Future

With the Past Fuckit Coolin Suture I’ma Shew

You off the Back Sinew lookin Intact Like we Burn

Off all the fats

With the facts

You can taste the blood

But this love gonna last