Soliloquy

I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy
 Couldn't hit the grind but making babies, I'm crazy
 Smoking bouquet cop it from my niggas pushing daisies
 Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program
 I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance
 Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian
 I got four white girls all Aryan
 I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em, it's a revolution
 Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other
 I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover
 She savin' children by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?
 And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan, win you something
 Immaculate, this scatter rapping, no passing my blunt
 Don't you put me on freshman covers, I'm posing with lunch
 Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up
 No competing with bleachers jogging I'm running a muck
 Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper
 Leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the cult is back
 Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones
 Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat
 Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet
 Belly full of smog again, ciggys just make me nauseous
 Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious
 But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit
 Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams
 Killer like your neighbour, I'm as nice everybody seems
 We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White
 Hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist
 Momma, where the Priests at? Why we gotta lease that?
 Why we can't own that? All these fed loaners
 Ain't no forewarning came bombing and I'm just Vietnam
 If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son