Lyrics
Verse 1: hi remember me im that fat ass nigga from texas, rappin about candy paint drippin down my lexus, I like my music like Hitler liked his jews, both were chopped and screwed, who does more heroin, me or Jason mewes?, Da answer is him, cause I aint do dat shit, Im not crazy, I juss sip on sysrup ya lil bitch, remember I do this shit all in the turning lane, chuckin da deuce in da air and gripping on dat woodgrain, for all you fags dat no my name, here imma throw you a bone, right toward your dome, im mike jones!, who?, mike jones! Who?, mike jones! Who? Mike jones! Sometimes I repeat my lines, many times this is because im deaf, what? Im deaf what?, Im not a rubberband man but im the king of the south, this shit is evident wit all the fuckin bling in my mouf nigga
Verse 2: “im da new problem outta Houston, you got word of dat?”, got pharell on one of my tracks, I aint heard of dat, just realize dat I am rap’s lebron james, cause I’m the rookie of the year in this rap game, I named my clique the boyz n blue, to coincide with wat all yall faggot niggaz do, fuck wit us and get ya head split open nigga, im fuckin sick of arguing about whose gat is bigga, just flash your gat around like your marcus vick, cock back and pull the trigger really quick, in the 90’s NWA said fuck da police, Rodney King signed wit luda for disturbing da peace, I dropped my lp album and I already went platinum, im exploding onto this rap scene like diarheaa out the rectum, so im back son, the everlasting nigga, the superficial, quintessential, mofuckin, boss hogg nigga
Verse 3: “what it do baby, its da ice man paul wall, got my mouf lookin something like a disco ball”, im cruising in a tahoe on 84 swangers, bout to go to a club n score some gang bangers, Im caught doin 150, was chased by the cops, officer please lemme go, im just tryin to score some bops, dat didn’t work , so I straight pulled a gat out and popped, neva woulda happened if da bitch didn’t stop, so now im runnin all over texas like im vince young, I open up my mouf and give off more rays than the sun, im postin up down here in the lonestar state, we listen to music screwed n chopped and neva contemplate, I like whacking off bitches, people say I master bate, dj screw was a legend in this lonestar state, but now im conquering bitches like my name was shaft, I make rap look so easy mac, like Im the president of Kraft
