You tell me your name please? William Malarkey I would like to ask you to, describe your profession? I'm an artist See I go Andre The Giant and give you nightmares Figure four, Ric Flair with the white hair Where I'm from, one on one, we gonna fight fair Sit down a minute and listen, sit in the right chair Big Bad Wolf back ridin' your hood Got my chainsaw pulled back bringin' the wood Like cocaine music, got you feenin' that good Wouldn't walk a mile in my shoes taped to my foot Bring it back like some facts we had stacked in the back Took a nap but these cats couldn't pull my slack I spit a rap 'round back so I could call it a lap And y'all been bitin' Brahma Bull so long I'm a snack If I gave you new thumbs, bitch, you still wouldn't snap If I gave you two guns, bitch, I'd take one back If I gave you new lungs you couldn't smoke my pack And if I made you chew gum you still wouldn't talk smack (Bitch) Let me flip this bitch just like a light switch Hit you hard after dark that's a night stick I got you mad as a dog livin' with Mike Vick Like a tusk on a hog, cold as an icepick Boom bap who's that bully outside your window Cool snap chilly I flow just like the wind blows You get silly for sho soon as my pen flows Who's that really don't know the innuendo? I can pull you inside and out that hell son I bit the bullet one time and shit the shell son I smoked the realest of pine, Willie Nelson I put the smackdown, bitch, gimme the belt son (What?) I would like to ask you to describe your profession? I'm an artist, I'm an artist