WYCLEF MOM

Big ting, noggin IQ, loggin My man, shorty Big lips, certi Your dad, thirty Qusay, dirty Plant Pot, fluent Fake one, cluen't IQ, three Bust my, knee Ends, posh Brain, slosh Braincell, loss Smoke, moss Two plus, seven Think that's, eleven Pull up, park DeArti, bark Slurp with the sesh, got brain damage ay Got aids from my cat, but I can manage ay Pinkie promise to the gang, I'll kiss Qusay if I can Intentions not clear, I'll make your IQ disappear ay Mans not really a scholar and dat' Mans not really got aids from a cat That'd be caids, but a cat not a call ay Sublim to the lipman, on Qusay call a hitman ay Call him Lee the way he hit man It's ok, I know u fan man Take this, you'll need it My IQ, depleted Don't talk, delete it Shush, eat it My brain on, retard For qusay, en garde Salute the brain you better do it Fall-out the game we cannot do it Ain't radioactive, we'll still cause a tumor ay Get with Gang Shloink like the times I got aids, that's a rumor ok boomer Hey wait that doesn't rhyme ay (You fucking retard!) Big ting, noggin IQ, loggin My man, shorty Big lips, certi Your dad, thirty Qusay, dirty Plant Pot, fluent Fake one, cluen't IQ, three Bust my, knee Ends, posh Brain, slosh Braincell, loss Smoke, moss Two plus, seven Think that's, eleven