[Verse 1]
They say Bronson disappeared like the AIDS from Magic Johnson's dick
Truth be told, I been rehearsing for a role
But daddy back, the Cadillac could fit like eighty Shaqs
Eleven baby MACs, five Scud missiles
Let the cocodrillo tongue kiss you (Mwah)
You'll meet the afterlife with one whistle, you and whoever run with you
Someone'll have to come and get you, but they can't
'Cause you turned to ketchup while I'm chilling, eating speca (Peppers)
Pickled in vinegar, your bitch look likе Forest Whitaker
In the moviе where he played a general
Every ocean is my fuckin' swimming pool
If there's waves breaking on the shore, I'm swinging through
Land Rover 110, beluga blue
Never been polluted with the flu (Nope)
Press the pedal of the Porsche with no shoe, diamond studded horseshoe
You pussies sweeter than corn soup
Every day I wake up to the tender sound of war flute
Catch me on tour, boo

[Bridge]
I got love -
Have a talk!

[Verse 2]
Ninth inning, they call me Wild Thing (Wild Thing)
Gotta understand, baby, the boy Bronson on some X File ting
They showed my face on the screen at the Garden, everybody screamed
That shit's retarded, I'm just an artist
Now the speedboat like thirty seven feet long, everybody got loafers on
My shorty saying that I should sleep more (No!)
Tell the chick to take a detour, I need to hit the streets more
I need to see more, jump in and out of orange Z4s
That's zero G force, motherfucker
Your money smaller than a seahorse (Small)
You never even had a conversation with the street boss
Ah, shit... fuck happened?