Take another hit and I pass out, rapping like I’m ashed out Sneaking bitches up, when granny passed out So ho, what that ass 'bout? No I ain’t going to cash out before a little fame You could get that ass mashed out, bitch I’m on that cash route Ain’t looking for a rest stop They talk about modelling, might say I need a head shot I need a dollar for everyone born out of wedlock Tryina make the breast out, calling up the dreadlocks Bitch, I’m on my peso, hablo dinero And your bitch want me to go TP on her bung-hole I got these rap niggas saying "Uncle" While I beep-beep, pull on the hair of a Rapunzel Think about me and masturbate with the faucet Bout to take the game and put that bitch up in the closet But in the end I’m just a dirty old man With a pill in my mouth and my dick in my hand Mind of a pervert with words I submerge On the verge of O.D'in for the shit that I say But who gives a fuck, I'm still gon' do this shit anyway A dirty nigga from Detroit at the end of the day So when the night fall I be gettin' head in the alley By a low down nothing 2 dollar skully Let her use her own rubber, bullshit trojan Dick too big, nigga I was stuffed in Bitch I'm David Ruffin and ruffles no stuffing Bundles of Peruvian snow with his shirt tucked in Lookin' at the rest of you artist like you nothing Know that I'm the shit so I don't say shit But when these rappers rap, dog they don't say shit And I'm George Carlin, fucked a June to August