[Verse 1]
Diggin' for beats you can call me Dwight Schrute, uh
I'll take your money, toll collector in the booth bruh
In an Isuzu, sippin' some Yoo-hoo, watchin' YouTube
A couple screws loose, but it's cool dude
It helps me rap without a topic
Got tater tots up in my pockets, pawn em off and make a profit
Or maybe not, I'm not Napoleon, not Bonaparte
I've been a part of art, you're part and parcel to a stinky fart
That's immature, yeah I know it is
Been immature since Michael Jordan started on the Wiz
Been immature since Martha Stewart started serving bids
Been immature since like '04, I'm sorry for that shit
Like Reuben Studdard. Serve a buttery nipple
So I can laugh my fucking ass off, taking shots of the pickle juice
That shit is real you should try it
I can't deny it, I'm a fucking pirate
[Chorus]
You, you don't wanna, you don't wanna fuck with
You don't wanna fuck with me, no you really don't
You dont really wanna, you don't wanna fuck with me
So don't fuck with me... fuck with me
[Verse 2]
Another day, another Sacagawea
At night I pray they build a brand spanking new taqueria
On my block so I can have quesadillas when the mood strikes
Dudes be like, "yo I heard you rapping and it sounded...
Alright. Nothing special."
They're salty as a pretzel, time to resurrect the pencil
Do my best to never stencil with the number 2
I number 2 on crews whose biting styles
Maybe next time try and sound like you
Just a suggestion
I hope they never question whose been rapping in my sessions
I hope I'm never dapping someone with a bad infection
I hope to one day eat some Cap'n Crunch with One Direction
You're an erection for 4 hours
There's something wrong with you
While I've been chillin' with more powers
Than genies, rock an orange beanie, girlies on my peenie
Bump Luchini, this is it man, well shit man. Damn
[Chorus]
You, you don't wanna, you don't wanna fuck with
You don't wanna fuck with me, no you really don't
You dont really wanna, you don't wanna fuck with me
So don't fuck with me... fuck with me