Mooronic

She give me big head: Easter Island
Eat the cake bitch, lick the icing
I’m the Ice King, smoked like nice dreams
All my lactose bitches get rice cream
I know Asian bitches like Bai Ling
And they buy lean, drive with their high beams
No stylist, I’m styling
Just me, myself, fuck Irene
I done seen more water than viking
And I’m always pressed for time, no dry clean
You ain’t got no game, like a bye week
And your girl ain’t tame, she just a shy freak
I cracked the chick too easy, she like a dry sweep
And since she tried coca, nigga can’t buy sleep
Cause she toss and turn, and got dry feet
I tried to take her out but she was like «My treat»
Triple stackin', only got to put four on it
Moor Gang smoke more chronic
I be looking like Mickey Rourke in Bullet
Give a fuck about a gun, either pull it, or cool it
I’m running with the bulls, I’m not running with the bullshit
So what you got a full clip?
That just mean that you ain’t use shit
I’m wavy as a cruise ship
Music’s what I do bitch
Without it, I might lose it
Easy might go ruthless
Forgive me, I go boofless
I just do this, no excuses
Got short fuses and long nooses
Cups are useless, they leave deuces
I’m the shit, I’m so
On my back, they’re masseuses
All my mistresses Medusa’s
Green not black chick
Be a devil in a blue dress
In a new dress and she knew it
Be a Buddhist and a nudist
For that moolah she’a do this
She be goblin she be ghoulish
Eddie Griffin, she be foolish
Bitch is gutter, heart of sewage
I’m a cutter, pass the