Guilty Pleasure

{Intro} Dearly beloved We are gather here today for this thing called life But I'm here to tell ya that there's somethin' else The underground So call up that shrink in Beverly Hills You know the one Dr. Feel Good get cha all right!!! Uno!!! [Verse One] My music Is da sweetest taboo One song doesn't cut it So you gotta have two Make sure it's in ya budget Cuzz you know you tend ta splurge Doh da wise say you get what you deserve I am over what you bargain for Some fans say I should be chargin' more And da custamer is always right So I supply their demand And I give 'em what day like So listen To my music on da low If you wanna keep it secret But in time da world will know Envision Me performin' at a show Dat feelin' you get from it You don't have da let go If ya friends say you changed Started being strange Or any otha type a insult Tell 'em never hate da artist But instead hate da fame Put on ya head phones and indulge [Verse Two] Guilty pleasure Whatever You gon' do ta get ta me You gon' do it Your addiction has increased on a grand scale Thanks ta you my music'll sale Like when sails excel Got you fiendin' for my next song I promise I won't keep you waitin' long I will never do you wrong Bumpin' Munkyface you can't go wrong And da bond is to strong ta let go of Da feelin' da you feelin' when da base line hittin' And we be spittin' Put you in da zone Da type a rush Da very thang got me livin' plush Dis guilty pleasure's way deeper than a crush A little closer da lust Keep dis up And we gon' go platinum plus and never look back Like when people go ta cop da CD And ain't no more on da rack Got fans comin' back ta back And dat's an absolute fact [Verse Three] Enjoy me Wallow in my rich taste Lemme satisfy ya senses Like a snacc on ya plate Are you not entertained Don't lie Ain't no need ta be ashamed Ya grown right I am betta din ya soaps Ya talk show host Or what you keep stashed When you throw it in da bag And even doh ya hooked I will neva be ya judge I would ratha let you live ya life Din eva kill ya buzz So palm me like a cup Inhale me wit' a puff Or view me in da clubs Your guilty pleasure yup Come cop anotha fix Cuzz I got plenty hits I know you seekin' euphoria I'll show you where it is Close ya eyes and relax Let my music get in ya mental Stimulate you wit' traccs As da airwaves run through ya temple Ticklin' ya cerebrum Massagin' ya transmitter Day say day bomb don't believe 'em You know I'm a damn spitter