Bet The House /// Tom Waits For No Man

[Verse 1: "Bet The House On Me"] Beat killer made another murder victim My dawg got stopped by the cops he had the burner wit him Serial number scratched off, it's a dirty business Meanwhile meet Mao, that's my work assistant Anyways I'm Prince of Zamunda with 30 bitches No top on the drop call it circumcision I see straight through the bullshit, I got perfect vision I'm in Serie A you in third division I got the German wit me like Jurgen Klinsmann I'm the playmaker go focus on your position This is urban diction I murder the words I ain't a perfect Christian I'm smoking herb in Lisbon with Turkish women Outside of the box like Churches Chicken Homie ever doubting me was your worst decision Everything purple rest in peace to Big Moe Bia Bia playing bitches gon' get low Bitch I'm feeling so invincible, twisting info Everybody round me some blessed individuals Everybody round me gettin' doe Tell women surround me with the gold Brutus! Bet the house on me I'm going all in it Doing something new, they don't even know what they callin' it I been bad with the pen and pad bitch I'm Sinbad when I'm in the lab It's a different world cinemax flow In the castle out in Trinidad But Leningrad is my winter swag though Linen rag coat looking like a diplomat There's so many ways to skin a cat though Tell Smallz spin the wax, I'ma chill and hit the wax Brazilian rap I invented that flow Kicking back, sippin' that fo in the back of the Lac pickin' that fro I'm the 2060 Nat Cole The second verse is even harder than the first Verses are permanent, magic markers on his shirt So pardon the jargon I'm at a loss for words It's a King's speech like Colin Firth I'm a martyr you get lost int he verse Bitch I'm feeling so invincible, twisting info Everybody round me some blessed individuals Everybody round me gettin' doe Tell women surround me with the gold Brutus! Bet the house on me I'm going all in it Doing something new, they don't even know what they callin' it [Verse 2: "Tom Waits For No Man"] Tom waits for no man so no can do I sky rocket in the purple clouds and so can you In my pocket lies a Roman crown that's gold and blue It's so big you couldn't hold it with both hands (true) Since the devil needs a song that he can slow dance to Joey's on the MPC making old man's blues I'm the Sultan of the Fontainebleau When I move to Cancun I make sure to bring the whole fam through We can eat carne esada and just roll bambu I got the curls of God I use gold shampoo We the no canned food crew we crab rangoo I know ya dig, been in the crib like Roseanne do Leave me alone man, I'm grown man dude, I'm Conan dude Yo man you really stand no chance dude Dan dun play the roland dude it's so damn smooth I show and prove you joking you know Joe can groove