Pay Attention

[Verse 1: Soul Khan] I take a grown man shit in your back pack, pardon me Fuck your rap [?] song, I’m Jack Donaghy So I [?] like the weight company And live comfortably on the blood of cats that act modestly Time to be a man again, stop being a mannequin Pope [?], time to flee the Vatican Helicopter leavin’, now we gotta free my man and them It’s time to pull a motherfuckin’ rabbit out the hat again And choke [?] Damn, you done a pound of it I’ll tell you if the price right when I’m done countin’ it My [?] was hard to earn, you got a lot of nerve Steppin’ in my direction and beggin’ for a pound of it The best under [?], gettin’ texts from your girlie She ridin’ on fours like the Kentucky Derby A sexual squirting got my [?] But she too fly, so you could say the [?] [Verse 2: Soul Khan] When it comes to brain, the ladies got an open mind They say God will, and maybe if I’m so inclined I’m 5’8”, a buck fifty [?] Even David Beckham ain’t affecting any code of mine If you never heard of me, fuck it You got moves like Jagger but the blood of Freddie Mercury I barely fit that nine, but had to spit that line Don’t let you know how to [?] if you don’t work with me [?] tape makers, I’m really more like date rapists They never ask for permission, they harass you to listen If you stand for tradition then they laugh and dismiss it So I’m back just to piss upon it, fake players I’mma do the world wrong I got homies that’ll fuck you up just to get on WorldStar You call that a bar? I wipe the stool on it And gave your boo the Bubonic, now you got it