You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
Even make Saddam Hussein tell me where the weapon are
I'm number one, that's the end of the story
Saltin' inferior, faultin' to where we are
To better ya, for any chick you want, I'm gettin' her
You know what I mean? Bitches are in awe at the lingo
And even I got deported, I own America
You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Tryin' to find fault in superior
Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward
Tycoon rush at the richest
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
The black Clark Gable leave you numb
Rain find ways not to drop on my head top
This I have to say, to you nothin' other rapper cats
Bout hittin' the groin' gets none of this tenderloin
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
And even I got deported, I own America
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
Somebody said new pharoahs have appeared
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward
Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income
And even I got deported, I own America
Hung to it, you complete bum to Rick
Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with?
Though you pretend to be glory
This I have to say, to you nothin' other rapper cats
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even I got deported, I own America
How when everything I wore ten years ago you wear now?
While degenerate like yourself make our race look ignorant
You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward
You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Source Awards, yeah, Rick every seminar
Bow, in the presence of who lead rap permanent
Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid
Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick
You stunk, 'cause mortals ain't shit to conquer
Evicted, why you tryin' to find shit to lick with?
Cars come to a dead stop
France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills
You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Give the mack a taste, I wipe my ass with a rapper face
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward
He's so crazy, I smash rippin' up the place
Even my complexion is a must have to bitches
I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects
You lack the taste hook I'm stickin' 'em with
Who the one to entertain and fume with?
You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy
Every single one, frontin' on your label is a bum
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
Even without car, money to budget
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
Feet planted on deep black firmament
An old timer, lock up all vagina fields
And even I got deported, I own America
Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet
Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward
