Last night in Winterfell, drinkin' white Zinfandel
The story of ages- I might live to tell
Gettin' paid when I play, baby- I'm famous and it's swell
Gettin' laid to the backtrack of Saved by the Bell
I be drinkin' red on a memory foam bed
Pinot Noir, get up in broads- I palm flesh
Your mom is a crack whore, bomb till the back's sore
School any fool, he be fully takin' wrong tests
Gelatinous ass, matter fact- I'm compatible
Data batterin' any cat actin' bad on the avenue
Catapult scatterin' a bad attitude back to Malibu
100 proof Absolut, doggin' hoochies like a Malamute
Yeah.. WOOF WOOF, BABY
Big dog on the block got the verses and the hooks, baby
Lately I can see that you've been glued into your seat
Please get up up onto your feet and then begin groovin' with me

I know whatcha wanna see
Come to the show, come flow wit me
Get down y'all
Get down y'all
Make it fast, gurl make it quick
Shake ya' ass and break ya' hip
Get down y'all
Get down y'all
Kickin' it, cocked back- the tom-tom talkin'
The kick and the high-hat- your mom pop-lockin'
Rhythm- I got that, who gwan' wan' stop him?
Y'all either fall back, or y'all start rockin'
All the ladies drop it to the rhythm on the radio
Natey may be insane, he's evading mainly the crazy hoes
Jaded off every Joe claimin' he know like, "ain't he dope"
I bet a no, I'm set to go, I throw them in Locker of Davey Jones
Run 'em in, summer's in and he turnin' up the temperature
Plug 'em in, punishin' speakers, people and their predecessors
Done being bummy, she at the show, I know I will impress her
Come wit me honey, the professor- lyrical skill endeavor
Aux cable and all that, figgety-fall back
The flows blast, hoes control the ballsack
Lambasted, jaw-jack Joe- you so whack
Toe-tag the flow, Jarv bad and you know that

Plenty skill
People sweat me like, "ain't he real"
VT, VA, SD, Amityville
And he still-
At it, combatin', battle and build
Candy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled x2

Fill it in
Uh, uh, uh x4
I know whatcha wanna see
Come to the show, come flow with me
Get down y'all
Get down y'all
Make it fast gurl make it quick
Shake ya' ass and break ya' hip
Get down y'all
Get down y'all

I wanna grow a flat-top
A flat-top fade
I wish I could grow a flat-top
A flat-top fade x4

Plenty skill
People sweat me like, "ain't he real"
VT, VA, SD, Amityville
And he still-
At it, combatin', battle and build
Candy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled

Fill it in
Uh, uh, uh x4