Stank Lotion

Aye-yo-yo-yo Aye-yo-yo-yo Yo-yo-yo Aye-yo-yo, aye Play me is what you ain't gon' do Aye we in the house, we homeschooled We fam what you need? I got you If you short on dough I'll spot you Who you are now is what you gon' be I'm young, black, gifted, and free If the devil is a lie than what is god? I started rappin' at my mommas church See I was rockin' crowds and wettin' beds My mama thought I'd be in special classes You thought I was gonna say Special Ed - yo If the devil is a lie than what is god? I started rappin' at my mommas church See I was rockin' crowds and wettin' beds My mama thought I'd be in special classes She hate when I tell people that But you know me I gotta keep it real I gotta make something the kids could feel Aw shit, see I ain't even mean to rhyme Aw damn you stole this style from Stank Lotion No diss that's just an inside joke But he ain't the first one to pitch his vocals Like we never heard of Quasimoto My outlook got everybody hopeful Step outta line I gotta adios those Yeah-yeah I'm back to rhymin' Watch me body boatloads My state of mind got me goin' loco I disembody mofo's My body and spirit intact, but my mind I'm probably loco Oh no I'm highly focused I got my third eyelid open, aye One of the only honest spokesmen Plus my rhymes the dopest You forgot I was the coldest!... oh shit But if i'm overlooked one mo' gin I'm finna throw fits I'm regainin' control Defeat when I aim for soul Police terrorizin' us all So stand for something or fall I give a f*ck about the law, dog And f*ck this rap shit I listen to classical, hold up