Travel the stars with me
Licorice rolling paper
Higher than Toronto's previous mayor
Tiramisu with rum from Havana
I cast black-magic when I spit from my cookbook
600 ways to eat pussy
For instance
Like gelato, strawberry ice-cream
Or ramen soup, where you slurp her up
Spicy tuna, dip the vagina in soya sauce
Now back to my fashion talk
My shirt is from Prada
My shoes are spiked up like a goth, Louboutin
Big pimpin' in the casino, like De Niro
Suit from Valentino
Fur-coat from motherfucking Saint Laurent
And I got my own range of perfumes
Lemon Haze, Amnesia, Vanilla Sky
No bottle, you gotta smoke it first
And I don't drive anymore
Now I can finally afford to be fucked up
Dark places, light up with my Zippo
Your girl looks like a motherfucking hippo
Make her workout to my songs
Shed some weight off to Cocaine Techno
In my home-studio, I got stripper poles
Bitches go up and down to the rhythm
Vibe to this mint flavor, shisha smoke, Moroccan beard-oil
I'm more than Hip-hop, I'm a extraterrestrial
I don't motherfucking spit, I just preach
Speak things into existence
I live a average bum life
Dreaming of a Copenhagen sky-lounge
But I'm stuck in Hobby House
Only reason I wrote that
Is so, I in a few years time
I can look back and say ''wow''
Tonight let's celebrate
Gangster Sinatra
The king, almighty Donnie

[Hook]

If you are high
Then get higher
If you are high
Then get higher
If you are drunk
Then get drunker
If you are fucked up
Then get more fucked up

Let the good-times roll
Let the good-times roll
Cause'
Money will come and money will go
We are equal beneath dirt

Rap superstar, Donnie Barbossa
A cross between Action Bronson and Dwayne ''the rock'' Johnson
Cheat-day pancakes, eating pizza and shooting with an Uzi
Pizza Mafiosi

My skill is increasing with every verse I spit
And from now on
Anyone who doesn't dig my music
Is my enemy

This is death-metal rap, brutal shit
Cut out your liver to serve to the pigs
Gouge out out your eyes to play ping-pong
My spit is killer, cold-blooded like Dexter
Blood on your Sneakers
Killed by a Slim Shady chainsaw sample

[Hook]

If you are high
Then get higher
If you are high
Then get higher
If you are drunk
Then get drunker
If you are fucked up
Then get more fucked up

Let the good-times roll
Let the good-times roll
Cause'
Money will come and money will go
We are equal beneath dirt