#Fiona

[Produced By: Millzmatic & Ricky Vaughn]

[Intro: Otis Clapp]
Bro, I gave her the D, man
The Dick Vitale
The Dick Clark
The Dick Tracy
The Andy Dick, bro
D, bro
Yo

[Verse 1: YC The Cynic]
Y, You know the Bronx is what I'm repping for
I made requests to God and had them set in stone
Born under Plymouth rock I made a stepping stone
I took my first steps and made the metronome
I took my first breath and made a metaphor
Now I reckon, wrecking every record in my retinal
Make a living playing show and tell, I do a show you go and tell
I been a pro, you cointel

[Verse 2: Otis Clapp]
I ain't got time for the small talk
Tell them hop off where the balls are
We coming for your daughters
Saying I'mma fall off
Saying that I suck but they studying the formula
Skinny dude, with tattoos and mad boos
O. Clapp, that asshole is mad rude
Cash game, I cash out, you cashews
I'm Cassius, you Clay Aiken, cash rules

[Hook: Instrumental 4 Measures ]

[Verse 3: Otis Clapp]
Oh happy day, bitch I'm like the Fonz
Snap my finger quickly, have your bitches in my car
So ante up with that gas money, either that, or the ass honey
It ain't a joke
I spit flows that'll rearrange your hopes
These fuckers don't write, they just rearrange my quotes
I've been great since the doc yelled push
Competition in the corner acting shook, look

[Verse 4: YC The Cynic]
I got the city on my back
The borough in my backpack
Latched the whole to a hatchback
Matte black finish, and blue tinted, the lieutenant
The who's who of who's in it
The who villages, grinch, the Cynic
My crowns thorned, my cross wooden
But stood across pulling broads from Bergdorf Goodman
Hall and Oates while I'm hauling ass out from the golden calf
Converse leading muddy tracks out of Goldman Sachs

[Hook: Instrumental 4 Measures]

[Verse 5: Otis Clapp]
Look he ain't no rookie
Bitches get a cookie
#ATB, I did it all for the nookie
Shit is there for the taking, so I took it
Bitches think I'm crazy cause I look it
You cannot replace him, we are not adjacent
Let me keep it real that you'd be lucky just to face him
A lot of cats try to roll with us
Same cats couldn't roll our blunts (okay, okay)

[Verse 6: YC The Cynic]
Ain't no other cat like me
But Otis Clapp the clashed titans with brash psyches
It's more than rap, it's brass pliers we wrapped tightly
You called it rap and caught the wrath of the almighty
God, I'm god godbody
You hired a body guard, I'm guarded by broads, hogging my twins like Taj Mowry in the Taj Mahal lobby
I'm obviously important, the potty mouth of the party
Me and Charlotte shaking the port-a-potty like Fort Apache

[Hook into Transition]

[Verse 7: Otis Clapp]
You was the woman of my dreams
Now I see you in my nightmares
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
Started thinking life is not fair
If I channel, a whole 'nother angle
Say I break hearts but they way too fragile
Say I'm too shallow, fuck it don't matter
Why you so mad for? Fuck it, don't matter
Fiona, you move like a rhythm I ain't write yet
Gave it all up for some pussy that I might get
Mic check, can you hear me really?
Cause you ain't answer any calls, oh you probably busy
Probably out dating guys, comparing them to I
I just wanna talk yo, I swear I ain't gonna lie
Then you pull up, wearing something pulled up
Ass visible from the front
Where you been? it's been a month, baby come home
But babys not your baby anymore
She probably made a few new friends, tied a few loose ends
Of dudes she had to cut off when you moved in
Now she looking with a blank stare
And its quite clear, that the feelings not there
So you take the speech you had planned, scrap it
Wish her luck with her new best man, I'm happy

[Hook into Outro: Devo D.]
It's like you taking on a different persona
Used to be me and Fiona, me and Fiona
Feeling like I don't even know ya
Used to be me and Fiona
So if you found love where did you find it?
Cause it's hiding, and it feels like better days are behind us
So where did you find it? Did you find it?
When I see you now I'm reminded
That better days are behind us
Did you find it? Girl did you find it?
Find it, Fiona