Outer Space

(album: XXX - 2011)

It's the Adderall Admiral, Writing holy macarel
Your bitch say my dick long like the strap on a satchel
I took me a capsule with no hassle
Now it's like I dip feathers of ink in a castle
A prodigy like bullets hit your left clavicle
No sweatsuits and paint the avenue
You have no clue like toy stores with no board games
But when I paint pictures I'm dipping brushes in war paint
I'm a motherfucking mother fucker
Fucking on your mother with two rubbers, I do fucker
No cover just her booty on a pillow
Your bitch said my dick tastes like Tropical Fruit Skittles
I'm bumping BO Wither, Swishers on Schwarzenegger
Matter fact, nah nigga they on Boa Constrictors
They'll choke a nigga
These niggas ain't rappers they motherfucking characters
Caught your baby momma horny then I stuck a carrot in her
Then you made a salad with her, ate that shit for dinner
I don't want that skinny bitch look like that ho from Thinner
Swore she played soccer she was real good with headers
Had me yelling "Goal!" while I was sitting on the dresser
Give the bitch a hat trick, smoking on the cat piss
I keep the bitch wet, around you she's a cactus
I got them Penis Psalms for your Vagina Monologues
Love a feminist bitch, oh, they get my dick hard
So no apologies for all the misogyny
I just want some company to come and watch some porn with me
My oral orchestration causes manipulation
The way these hoes be chasin though I had the tongue of Satan
But I just gave em dick they more for conversation
Why you niggas tricking giving your obligation
You safe havens, I'm Wes Craven with Ex cravings
Fuck a bitch mouth until her fucking face cave in
Hidden cams in her house, I caught her masturbating
Extorted her for the cash, now yo ass payin
You Captin Save-Em-Ass Nigga
I don't give a bitch shit but hard dick and liquor
So nice to meet you, I hope that you're safe
(Meet the future face to face)