#WKL

[Verse 1] I don't ever start no shit unless I plan to finish The handsome menace bitch, I'm brilliant off a can of Guinness I'm down to earth but I can't tell what fucking planet this is I sit my nephew down like boy, "you know what an acid trip is?" "You know these girls love Instagram and showing their ass in pictures" But if that ho just want your cash, then homie keep your distance I'm way past my limit bitch, I'm still driving drunk But if I die today, remember me like Ryan Dunn Who the fuck have I become? Well who cares in the first place And I'm probably gonna join that club When I reach my twenty seventh birthday Cause my word play is on first place And your girl say that she swallowed too much cum To be thirsty but she's your date so... [Hook 1] Stop lying baby say the truth Yeah I tell her I ain't lying, I'm a sabertooth Blaze the booth, pay my dues, now I need some cash Fuck your bitch, smoke a J, Wiz Khalifa laugh [Verse 2] Wiz Khalifa laugh, cause all I need tonight Is some weed and a piece of ass You ever seen a raunchy rapper take the peaceful path? I'm honor roll, if anyone of my past teachers ask My speakers blast dirty rap until they need a bath Yeah we the clash, white riots in the streets at last If life's a gas, I'm a hybrid and I'm beeping at You gas guzzling motherfuckers you easy pass For me it's cash required until my rapping ass retires You know this kid seems pretty smart, I bet he's watched the Wire He probably sells narcotics on the stoop with all those stupid Kids that like the use of that ebonics and their music bitch it's Major Van, yeah I bit the hand that fed me Cause me to rap is fucking rock n' roll to Elvis Presley I'm Nestle crunchin' all on your chick Hershey Kissin' all on my lips You Fergalicious, bitch well drop that London Bridge and take a hit Cause life's a trip but I ain't never falling Cause I been hard since Aaron Carter bumped up on my Walkman It's walker Texas Ranger, that awfully sexy stranger I'm baby Jesus in the manger, yelling fuck you haters It's Major Van Winkle, the white man dingo I'm throwing loosies in the sky, bitch you can ask Ringo If he's a star then I'm a star, I put that on my drumstick If hip-hop don't work out, for me I'll try my luck with dubstep Try some other dumb shit, I got my mother upset My stomach's about to rupture, shit I don't know what I'm drunk with His rhymes are so repugnant Sike ya'll don't see the purpose I talk in the past tense, cause my present's perfect [Hook 2] Stop lying baby say the truth Yeah I tell her I ain’t lying, I’m a sabertooth Blaze the booth, play my tunes, then repeat 'em back Fuck your bitch, smoke a J, Wiz Khalifa laugh