If it wasn't for blow jobs, you'd be unemployed

so please call me Big Daddy,\nPlus I got the cane and lean on me

I basically had to see some shit that'd make you faint like you're fakin a jab

Call her cinderella, she likes balls.

Homie the veggies on my plate can fly,\nMy fillet is smoking weed,\nYea fa---t the steaks are high

don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer, I just blew up d challenger...

Call this evil intent, like me in a limo...

feel like a victim of child abuse, 'cause I am 'bout to get that goddamn belt

Feel like the Earth's axis, the world's turnin' on me

...when there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (pair of Docs)

Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work, So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't work

I came to cock block like a square fucking male chicken

Now you get to watch her leave out the window\nGuess that's why they call it window pane

Stick my dick in a circle, but I'm not fucking around

I'ma just keep bombing, cos the game is mine like IED

Like a shepherd having sex with his sheep, fuck what you heard

This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener...

If I was to ever take a leave, It would be aspirin to break a feve…

For me to rap like a computer must be in my genes, I got a laptop in my back pocket

...and lift the whole liquor counter up,\n'Cause I'm raising the bar

We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon...

Your pussy lyrics, I cunt hear it

Rappers are having a tough time, period. Here's a Maxi pad.

But my dick's an acronym, cause it stands for you

...on the grind like teeth gritting...