Yeah yeah yeah
Young Bach
Johann Sebastian Bachlava
It's me
The hash belongs to me
Flushing Queens shit (Ah ha)
You already know
You already know
You already know
For so many God damn years
I've been trying to take off
While motherfuckers hanging from the landing gear (get off)
Fresh off a mental hiatus
Strap your bitch across the pond, a half a pound in her anus
That's while I occupy the space ship
Man this Moroccan lemon sorbet I can taste the mint
I lace that shit
Beat the pussy up until it looks like one of Satchel Paige's baseball mits
This ain't no cake walk
You get a one way ticket to the shadow realm
The 12th dimension is where battle shall be held
The final prize is to die with pride
Until they cover me with gold and stud my diamond eyes
Reanimation is not for common guys
And ain't a motherfucker breathing that's my kind of kind
I scribble illegibly on the dotted line
All along with a plot in mind
Maroon 860s with the cocky eyes
Bitches try to say I give off Rocky vibes (Adrian)
The one from Philadelphia (Adrian)
I'm sicker than Tom Hanks in Philadelphia
Shit
Sing it
Sing beautifully
That's a real man right there, that's a man's man, it's true
A patch from all 30 NBA teams on the jean shorts
Wore the man who sold me Scungilli on the sea shore
He told my life was seesaw
I just hope I don't end up at Creedmoor
You know kids, I need like three more (three)
Fuck till I can't see no more
Til I end up in the senior home
It's me
Fuck man
That's all I got
