Don't ever try to disrespect my rock and roll metal son No, I don't care what color you callin' my kettle son Yea, my flow is shocking like my name is Tom Edison And I got these bitches tranced like they're watching a pendulum Ok Ok Bitch you'd kill me over a klondike Your baggage heavy, need to get your mind right Or Imma have to show you all my power Super Saiyan 7, better check your scouter I'll admit I'm a little overpowered Till my spirit bomb wants to take a fucking hour To charge up, like buddy your times up Got you sweatin' more than homies when their bodies are mic'd up Now everybody in the club turn the f*ck up Pussyboy you can't chill with the misfits Pussygirl get your hands off my lid bitch Everybody wanna get on my hit list So I do them like the sour patch kids did Pussyboy you can't chill with the misfits Pussygirl get your hands off my lid bitch Everybody wanna get on my hit list So I do them like the sour patch kids did Ooh yuh, I might do a handstand So you can kiss my ass while I'm sinking in quicksand God damn you could call me sam Cause I got your grandmammy holding on my eggs and green ham Sometimes I just feel like I am the man When shit gets hot I Don't jump out the pan Big drunken master like I'm Jackie Chan Bitch I make moves you do not understand So you better get your mitts off my grilled cheese Or Imma have to hit you with the 2 piece Chicken tender meal with the blue cheese Cause I carry blue bills on my body like loose leaf Back in my schooling, they would never choose me Slept on me like I was knocked out by Bruce Lee Now the only thing that they wanna do is use me Who knew that bitches would be so confusing Now everybody in the club turn the f*ck up Pussyboy you can't chill with the misfits Pussygirl get your hands off my lid bitch Everybody wanna get on my hit list So I do them like the sour patch kids did Pussyboy you can't chill with the misfits Pussygirl get your hands off my lid bitch Everybody wanna get on my hit list So I do them like the sour patch kids did