Bastard in a Basket

[Hook] I'm just a bastard from a basket A fucking douchebag that deserves to get his ass kicked But ain't no one gonna do it, though, so ain't no sense in asking And fuck the passion, I'm bustin' in a napkin [Verse 1] I'm snappin' like Bob Backlund, I'm Cactus Jack when Ric Flair used to wear the satin, what's happenin'? Is Tina Turner yappin'? Cause this beat is slappin' I come from the streets like Aladdin Bumping R Kelly while I pee on princess Jasmine My bitches play the part, but I refuse to quit the castin' My chick do bayer asprin, she usually toot the Aspen She used to be in pageants, but now she just imagines Extortion? I see no profits here Try to press me for a portion, drive your Porsche off the pier Me and Heather Locklear, we get high as Rocketeers Took a shot of angel tears, I yell "Cheers!" to all my fears Nacho [Hook] [Verse 2] Miss Mary Jane — was quite brittle Her husband dead, so that mean I'm smoking white widow I'm blowing dope, eyes low with a slight sniffle I got a heavy heart, so I keep a light pistol Fuck your mom in the ass fast, I might Bristol Palin, I'm impaling anyone who's slavin' If you're rainin' and I'm hailin' I'm inhaling all your hatred I'm blinded by the light, and I'm plugged into the Matrix I'm only on the dealers, I throw bitches off the A-list My momma half white and they tell me I'm a racist? They can't stand the heat like Skip Bayless, I'm famous I'm in the winner's bracket and your bitch is needing braces Your new pussy? My old poon If you're fly then I guess I'm Jeff Goldbloom Pop so many pills, my brain look like tofu I'mma die like that old bitch in Soul Food [Hook]*