All Caps (Instrumental)
So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty having me
Daily told the people "you can call me Your Majesty"
Keep you battery charged
You know it won't stick yo
And it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go
And you know I know that's a bunch of snow
The beat is so butter
Peep the slow cutter
As he utter the calm flow
Don't talk about my moms yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick sometimes he rhyme slow
Or vice versa
Whip a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try
Villain: the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
And he won't stop 'til he got the masses
And show 'em what they know not throught flows of hot molasses
Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
It's ugly like look at you
It's a damn shame
Just remember all caps when you spell the man name
And you know it like a poet, like baby doll
I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball
All bets off! The villain got the dice rigged
And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig
Allegedly the investigation is still ongoing
In this pesky nation he got s the best con flowin'
The pot doubles, now they really got troubles
Madman never go *pop* like snot bubbles
Daily told the people "you can call me Your Majesty"
Keep you battery charged
You know it won't stick yo
And it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go
And you know I know that's a bunch of snow
The beat is so butter
Peep the slow cutter
As he utter the calm flow
Don't talk about my moms yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick sometimes he rhyme slow
Or vice versa
Whip a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try
Villain: the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
And he won't stop 'til he got the masses
And show 'em what they know not throught flows of hot molasses
Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
It's ugly like look at you
It's a damn shame
Just remember all caps when you spell the man name
And you know it like a poet, like baby doll
I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball
All bets off! The villain got the dice rigged
And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig
Allegedly the investigation is still ongoing
In this pesky nation he got s the best con flowin'
The pot doubles, now they really got troubles
Madman never go *pop* like snot bubbles
Credits
Writer(s): Otis Jackson, Daniel Thompson
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