One day, I'm gonna say something really impressive

Hey, yo, quick life lesson, never touch a man's (dick)
While he's resting or while he's bench pressing
Hey, yo, quick life lesson, never touch a man's (dick)
While he's resting or while he's bench pressing
Hey, yo, quick life lesson, never touch a man's
Hey, yo, quick life lesson, never touch a
Hey, yo, quick life lesson
Hey, yo, quick life lesson
Hey, yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey, yo, quick life lesson, never touch a man's (dick)
While he's resting or while he's bench pressing
Hanging out with Pan, playing flutes for affection
Hoping to seduce so I use this erection
Uh, viewer discretion, sex drug reference
Smokin' all your weed, 'bout a quarter pound of headies
Strokin' on your sheets while you organize the wedding
Flowing on the beat, gotta fortify my sentences
Yeah, strengthen my oratory weapons
Forget the pen, Emerson, in a second
Past life present, shots is like deafenin'
Heard around the world like the Giants won the pennant

Ain't no need to get defensive
Like Revis for the Jets or Arenas when he bets
I'm just messin', please don't be so aggressive
You wastin' T-Cells when you hatin' on my flesh and blood
Don't be mad that this wraps my profession
And I go to class in the same clothes I slept in
And watch hoes arm wrestle while I'm reffin'
Over the top, psych, nah, mic checkin', uh

Just you wait 'til we get to the intestine
That real shit, Ms. Frizz kinda life lesson
Magic School Bus type ridin' on the record
The science of the mind, I am highly interested
No religion, if I did it would be Buddha
Or maybe Hindu, 'cause Ganesha is remova
Of everything that is pseudo
And that's including you know

Losers startin' rumors that I'm similar to Bruno
Cool, yo, that doesn't bother me a tiny bit
I'm confident, I'll take it as a compliment
Anonymous nonsense, well, that's time spent
I'm too wild, trying to take it on back to 9 6
Illadelph, half-life, all eyes have been nixed
Beats, rhymes and life and stakes is high as shit
It was written in the scriptures, A-T-Liens exist
By Iron Man and Dr. Octo-Gynecologist

So quit it with your Cristal sippin', whack spittin'
That's finished that instant that Asher Roth steps in
Admit it, that kid is, bad with it, fast-witted, tactitic
Too brash to ask critics, 'case
They just bums, disgruntled, couldn't cut it
So they judgin' others on how to do somethin'
But fuck it, I ain't trustin' nothin' but my gut
Try anything once except F***in' up the butt
And huggin' on the nuts of some owner of some buzz-nuss
All for some bucks and some buzz 'cause, tut tut
I'll be doin' this just for fun stuff (like what?)
Jumpin' in the mud in my swim trunks


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