Stoopid

[Verse: Cambatta] I'm so guerrilla like Don Cheadle's face I'm Earl Manigault before he needed base I own stock in several separate Norwegian banks Money transcends skin color, I don't need a race My design was derived from Stan Lee Unequivocal mind I combine with hand speed Make a nigga look like he died by stampede Even with a pair of God's eyes, you can't see Me mother fucker, I'm critically acclaimed for dicking dames And having chicks limping with a cane Your reign on the top was short like Verne Troyer Short like Allen I., before he turned Hoya My vocal abilities paranormal activity You don't see me visually, but you hear, and you feeling me So like it like a simile, or hate it like a enemy I got a big face, for every leg on a millipede [Hook:] [Verse 2: Cambatta] Out of this world shit E.T.'s diaper I prove it in the next B.E.T. cypher Enough bail money to release three lifers And I ain't lying/lion, I'm a liger Every time I lay a hook, I'm feeling like I'm Beowulf Fucking chicks good enough to make them want to stay and cook Better not be hot grits, I be on that rock shit Rougher than a mosh-pit, disgusting like some hok spit Hypothetically speaking, if I have never been beaten And my genetics are reaching a levels medically beasting Colder than the weather when the temperature's freezing So that word hypothetical is technically treason I'm a rottweiler mixed with a swamp monster Mix that with John Conner, shitting on you dot com'mers I got them sweating like a hot sauna It's bata-bata, the top dollar Black guido I pop collars [Hook:]