Rapper Gone Bad

[ VERSE 1 ]
 I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
 And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"
 Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino
 Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know
 I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of
 Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love
 Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo
 The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single
 Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you
 It's the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you
 >From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin
 Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again"
 I'm fabulicious, game nutricious
 Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes
 Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag
 And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
 (Rapper gone bad)
 (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
 (Baaad)
 [ VERSE 2 ]
 I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious
 Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious
 You're curious? Well, listen to these lyricals
 Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
 I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me
 Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
 Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand
 And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
 I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
 I see us after the show at the hotel Double Tree
 Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean
 Cause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and i'm the Green
 Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick
 Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits
 Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes
 They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks
 Mac D with the r connected to the e (me)
 Might be at the bar drinkin Hennessy
 In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
 My puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert
 (Rapper gone bad)
 (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
 (Baaad)
 [ VERSE 3 ]
 A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort
 Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts
 Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new
 Lookin real ragoon on my way to see Chuey
 Boy, I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation
 But I'm still a player with a Chevy on Daytons
 I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me
 Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and Tranny
 Chirpin every time I shift gears
 In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears
 Put some of that 151 in the bag
 Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
 (Rapper gone bad)
 (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
 (Baaad)