I Should Say

I should say up front that I don't give a fuck I should say up front that I don't give a fuck I should say up front that I'm not hearing you Daredevil A ne'er-do-well You don't know what I dare to do I should say up front I'm not attached to this Yellow mist Matches piss Stains on the mattresses I should say I don't know where to put them They want to be As good as me They want to have my woman I should say I tried to rain on Brooklyn Noncha Aren'tcha Try Getcha marg(ar)in(e) High Something cooking I should say I'll Find more happiness than you Even more success than you More to love and less to do I've Arrive At pestilence Picture pastels that'll pressurize the pest in you I really only encourage the best in you I hope you understand That I'm impressing you As man That can do anything he wants to do The recipe Is vestitude You see me with these vestiges Of everything extending off my Extremities The remedies I seek Leaves them at ease And whatever leaves Them at ease Gets them off me And my back So they're not worrying About my next move, or my attack Or my Structure Or the fact That I come back And I could leave them on their back And make them think "Yo what was that?" Or make them think "Yo that was fat" Or make them think "Hey that was dope" Oh fuck, I'm at the end of my rope Hanging on that shit I'm bout to fly over that lake I'm bout to crash land on a boat Then we gone' crash through that moat Cause the water started coursing And that shit was not remote I went out into the ocean Hit that shit and hit that boat I hit that bong I hit that- I hit that- I hit that hookah Hit that this, I hit that that, I hit that hooker It was super Ay She jumped out of the cake Jumped in the lake Chased her in Fucked right next to a snake A water snake An eel A garden snake Whatever, man I'm guarding snake- Y with my hands Cause baby like a pelican She tighten up She biting up She eat me off the fucking sand I don't know what to think next, damn I think I'm Rambo Sam-I-Am or Somewhere in between Uh The Christmastime's a Christmas scene But it ain't Christmastime, it's hot Ayo it's June And if you not With it soon Get forgot Get got What you think? I might drop it like it's hot Ay I might drop it cause it's hot I'm playing hot potato Mashed potato Thanksgiving dinner, man I ain't living with her, man Flat as a fucking Flat Stanley But you a flatterer, damn You ain't flatter than me But everything you do is pitchy Even all your bitches bitchy Even all your bitches bitching At me Every time I'm in your kitchen Happy Rappy In your motherfucking business Eating all your Cappy Crunch I heard her bush is Cotton candy, looking like a capy- Bara And if you scared of Her Maybe y'oughta gon' get that Perri- Er Drink it there Mix it with the Actavis That matches this Mattress this Yellow mist Stains on the mattresses Uh I don't fuck with actresses That want to talk about themself I get it, you need help Ay No, no o- Ffense to-ffense to actresses No, no o- Ffense to-ffense to actresses I'm Noah's Ark I do it one more time Ayo, you know what Spark That shit on up and pass it here Glow the dark I mean I glow in the dark I mean I'm going a shark I'm mean I'm Ay Ay