[Verse 1]
Go back button on cartoons, this Cinemax
I'm Five years-old, watchin them hoes, I been attached
My mama caught me, doing headstands, while watchin' ass
I'm dreaming in class, even nastier in my past
A kid but I was stuck on them thoughts, really on them thots
Jenny McCarthy, on Singled-Out, had my heart
Until I saw her on her show making a sketch about her farts
That shit was a gross, but I was got
In the back sneaking hustler mags, the power they had
Can make a nigga buckle, thats trouble up in they snatch
No wonder they call it snatch, they snatchin' souls back and forth
Get the most solid of niggas turnin to catacombs
All dead inside, they poisoned our little minds with them inner thighs
I'm dicking Fives, and braggin' about it like I was hittin dimes
Thankfully I was that lame in Highschool, so my shit dry
I'm used to them droughts, while niggas lose they mind, for it
I swear there's somethin' deadly in those walls
[Verse 2]
Lost my boo, just wanna screw, in her abdominals
Got the blues like damn Carter Cruise lookin' phenomenal
Couldn't join with team no fappin, I think it's comical
My sex drive way too live, I'd be with prostitutes
My body counts, on two hands, I give them bitches no chance
I seen my niggas get jammed, to get in them pants
Got 'eem like Welvin, lookin' like Zombies, they chasin' bodies
And lately, I feel them tricks are for kids, that shit is Yachty, to me
Give me too much problems, I'd have to drop sumbody
Have lil' shawty set you before you sip ya coffee
Look at nigga that Cosby, they druggin' cause they are that drugged
Glad for the kid that I was, perverted but now I can love
I'd rather polly with one, maybe I'm so different
Look at Arnold Swazchaneger, all those pounds he lifted
Exhibiting control, lifting, 500 pounds on benches
But can't control himself around 100 pound women, that's an issue
I swear there's somethin' deadly in those walls
[Verse 3]
Losing my juice is not that conducive
I want a family, babe we can do this
Promise that, a piece of some ass ain't gon' make me stupid
They ain't deservin to have me, don't have to prove shit
And y'all cats tryna take somebody's woman, y'all are lame?
I've seen faces get blown off for that, it's not a game
Refuse to be like one them pawns, I'm thinking I'm a don
Fuck I look chasin', I'm not a tag-along
I get them flies out my face, I got my battin' on
Dapper Don, I swear my theme music, should be a latin song
Romanticize about your boy, you know I got it
Cookin vegan hoppin' john, that sumn' Southern I've adopted
Baby my pull is commanding I'm like a bop it
And I can get it slippery, we gon' needa be cautious
And the best thing about it, it's not for everyone
I'm only hitting the women, I think of marryin'
Cause there's somethin deadly in those walls
Lead Poisoning (RIP Hugh Heffner) was written by Malcolm Smalls.
Malcolm Smalls released Lead Poisoning (RIP Hugh Heffner) on Fri Sep 29 2017.