[Intro: Priviledge]
Bro-ccoli, that’s some vegetable, on my way to Indonesia, quick stop in Osaka, where they get it in like

[Verse 1: Priviledge]
[?] ray, how about another Kobe steak
Is he a row and handle about to break this
Space-time continuum, make mine a medium rare
And set it right there, be back for it when I check that fare
Things we lost in I meant that fire, I need more wine and time
To figure out a proper exit strategy AI what’s a cab daddy
Transpired in ’63, hold to plus the dome was present, don’t shoot
Well I want my women, I mean I want my women
I mean n***a where my white bitch, ‘fore you leave lifeless
Right this way sir, right place wrong time her
Purse was left in the open frozen faces stolen moments
Jet to the present only she was waiting when I made it home, homie
Two whites cold Negronis and a note that read ‘I’m lonely
I need some to hold me.’ What I care, I drunk ‘em both
And hit the midtown three for some fucking fresh toast
Slice it off, I love pimento loaf

[Chorus]
My self is like a motherfucking uzi
My self is like a motherfucking uzi
Uzi, like a motherfucking uzi, uzi
Myself, myself
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Bangers falling out the damn sky, rap sixty percent water
Bill high the science guy wrapping up quarters
Jacking supporters, emcees dap your lawyers, agents, and publicist
Woods rough like the face on Gregg Popovich
I’m at your show in a faded tee that says, “fuck a bitch and her nigra”
The graves flat, but he fill it with malt liquor
Bitter, that’s what the past do to n***as
Grab clippers, going Gumby on Eeyore in the basement with Tigger
Pop up in the background of your press picture
Eyes red, CD-R in hand, black marker, hip-hop is dead
Praise the Lord, pass the ammunition
Underground rappers in the wind twisted
Into switching, now they just wanna have fun
Let’s here it for the boys, get justice on the remix
Yeah you might make some noise, I’m down, dirty and half
Locker room, feet up, smoking victory scars laced with hash
Garcia Vega Moroccan blonde with the Parisian flavor
A vet on waivers like Ken Stabler, tossing bombs in ’78
We bet old man [?] wants him on the Raiders

[Skit: Billy Woods]
Yeah so uh, what I think we should do is uh, we’ll get Cat Power on the single, and then uh, you know is there anyone who knows Mark Ronson ‘cause if we could get him on the second follow-up single it’d really help with our marketing campaign, uh you know, I really think that uh, if there’s anyway we could get it to Flavor Pill, I think that would really knock it out for us, we’d really get over that hump, sales are really suffering, is there anyway we can be perceived as kinda not so hip-hop, you know, a little bit different, you know what I mean, you know, you know what I’m saying though right, you know what I mean right, yeah

[Chorus]
My self is like a motherfucking uzi
My self is like a motherfucking uzi
Uzi, like a motherfucking uzi, uzi
Myself, myself