Tekken Tag Tournament

[Introduction: Sir Michael Rocks] Can you turn up the headphones a little bit? Yeah you know I like my shit loud Like I like my weed loud Like I like my bitch screaming loud Like I like my car loud! Six! [Verse: 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I said, all my hoes sculpted like a marble statuette Granite countertops, fuck her on the counter 'til it crack Money counter in my hand, too much time on my hands, I don't wear a watch My bitches well fed now that's food for thots! I sing Koumbuya to peace seeking weed heads Fuck a raw paper I want all of y'alls paper Fuck the indica the six put the end to ya I'm in the winter Ben and Jerry Benz Spring or whipping cut (cut!) That's the end, roll credits that's the movie! Absolutely, smashing groupies yeah.. Man I told myself in these meditations don't try and compete with me Your girl wake up drunk, she fingering herself right back to sleep to me.. And if we ain't starving damn sure ain't finna eat with me You see the alchemy and think a nigga supposed to feed the streets? [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] So you never had dinner on a speed boat? Cut lean with a peach margarita? Kitty cat, Kitty cat come and let me feed ya.. Kitty cat, Kitty cat come and let me feed ya.. x2 So you never had dinner on a speed boat? Cut lean with a peach margarita? Kitty cat, Kitty cat come and let me feed ya.. [Verse 2: Pouya] I don't tell no lies, you can see it in my eyes.. No surprise, when we come up and run up you reaching your demise I don't back down from no chump, got some goons up in the truck I'm a smock, stunna so there is no fingerprints up on the pop when the cops run up What you think I'm grinding for? Your bitch in my back seat sliding slow.. Steady let but adios, bitch you gotta go Let me talk my shit, gotta be 8'10" to get with my clique Let me see your I.D before you suck this dick And it better be the O.G cotton bitch I don't play no games, you talking shit but don't say no names You a pussy boy, and I'm flexin' mane, I'll beat your ass like Tekken mane.. Chorus x 1