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Well, it’s the maniac with zany raps, made millions off of baby Mac My brain, it ain’t attached, you love me? It’s a little late for that They gave my crazy ass a label, everything is rated X I’m far beyond divorced middle-aged men who pay for sex I work like I ain’t made it yet, deserve this motherfuckin’ paper Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half, save one for later Death to any traitor, that’s a Benedict Arnold I be wildin’, goin’ broke at international car shows I’m a lawn mower, mad face get redder than a dog boner Thank God I got sober, pot smoker, top roller, thought holder Was a little kid until I got older Wild since a child, pulled my file out of God’s folder Now let me talk slower, you can understand me now We the originators, your style hand-me-down, yeah They got me turnin’ up, the amp is loud The apocalypse is comin’, so we campin’ out at Granny’s house Dancin’ with a bitch and pull her panties down, it’s bush league I love a little nature, addin’ flavor to the pussy People tend to overlook me and my agent overbook me I’ma get it while the gettin’ good, feel better than forever I’m National Treasure like Nicolas Cage I’m a shelter for these animals, got bitches for days She be feedin’ on my semen and it’s cinnamon glaze I tell her keep it or delete it, this the digital age Now I’m muscle-buildin’ just so I can juggle children daily I’m fucked up in the head a bit, I’m Rumpelstiltskin-crazy These bitches gettin’ wet when I pull up in the Mercedes Bitch, I be with Mr. T, I’m simply the fuckin’ A-Team Make dreams reality Say “Hi” when you see me, my “Hello” is a formality I’m comin’ with a cavalry Of motherfuckers trained from watchin’ Braveheart battle scenes Waste of space, and we paint our faces like it’s Halloween