BLAST ME OFF

Yo blast me off, Tim, blast me off, son

Blastin' off right now son

 

I wasn't born mean, I was pushed to treachery

I walk the streets looking for some puss to fetch me

I'm like a veggie, brain is turned to mush, I'm edgy

Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie

If he don't gimme Kim, things could get messy

So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek

And press against the right one till it's smushed against me

And leave a dead body in the woods, the MC

With the Christopher Reeve beef, we started out on the wrong foot

Or should I say fake leg made outta wood

I shouldn't, yes I should

Riding through the hood, I'm chillin' with Westwood

I'm quite mellow, a white fellow

My pee is bright yellow, I like Jello

I'm like hello to a cute little dyke on the mic I'm kinda like

 

 

See Im the first one to class and the last to leave

I mean the first one to leave outta class, believe

Then Im a mailbox pimp and my heart's locked out

Even after all (inaudible) and my ass is fly

Went from an ashy guy class clown as high

To a grown ass man stacking pay par

Runyon ave's the clique , d12's the game

We've been spitting this (shit) cocks that cock nines