Last Days

Got a flame thrower cocked so im coming with the heat Knock you off ya feet when my shit hits the street This is that much anticipated but never been played with Alone on my couch freestyling in my basement I go accapella so who cares where the bass went All about the words first so I love to play scrabble But I still dabble in that shit that makes ya trunk raddle Get on my saddle if you think you can handle it Every day is my birthday that’s why we got candles lit Tearing these rhymes apart when I dismantle it Tried not to rhyme here but that’s the easy way out I take the long way home so I prefer the scenic route Make money in large amounts is what I’m about Cause its dough before hoes that’s just the way it goes My bank accounts gonna have more O’s than a bowl of cheerios Then girls ain't gonna ever wanna leave me alone So much money they think I got Ben Franklin cologne Sick of banging fat chicks I wanna bang an actress Have so much money its poppin out my mattress Get that shit stacked up like I suck at Tetris I can see it already and that crown im taking it Im the rook with the king in the corner check mating it And I ain't faking it I swear to god I’m sick Billy Madison ain’t goin nowhere so I’ll help you shave your armpits Im going back to school to prove to dad that im not a fool Even though I have this drool on my face Cause im sleepy at my desk like im in Office Space The fax machine don’t work, and my boss is a jerk Come in on Sunday you must be high as Captain Kirk But I still got a motha fuckin smirk on my face And Incase you forgot the names B. Hopt Find me in ya ipod between B.o.b. and Asher Roth And im blasting off but i didn't talk to NASA On the ground still theres some things i need to master I gotta get that money faster like I found a black check If you’re betting on me then it’s time to place your bets I got Jacks shades on but this ain’t as good as it gets