Lecherous, Senseless, Debauchery

[Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor]

I'm too much for these niggas
I'm three much for these hoes
Lord knows
I ain't going back to folding fucking clothes
I suppose
My enemies be trying to turn to bros
When I hit the scene
All my bitches looking scene
Fuck the clean radio shit
Mean shady ho shit
I spit cannonballs
All you niggas in the ocean
Got potions on potions
My potions got potions
My Mana get replenished when I drink a fucking potion
Getting slizzard off of Polyjuice
And puff a Phoenix Down
Been a king and I never needed a fucking crown
Suck a dick, cause I said
To fucking suck a dick
Like Francis Crick
James Watson was a prick
I'm the shit, wait
Never was an excrement
But my introverted tendencies came
From the pit
And Cthulu calling
I'll never be balling
Cause there's punk in my veins
Nigga, I go all in

[Chorus]

Riding in my TARDIS
Fuck a pop artist
Garlic keep me on my toes
(Cause it taste good)
Metaphorically, allegorically
Categorically dope
To a weak nigga, I speak nigga
And give a nigga some hope
(x2)

[Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor]
I'm fresh 'till death
So I guess I'm dead
All these bitches looking grateful
When I give them head
But I never love a ho, remember what Dre said
Bitches Ain't Shit, but where's the bread (wait what)
Come on bitch, let's make a fucking sandwich
You, me, and your friend
Bout to make this shit scandalous
And I mean, in between intercourse sessions
Popping it like Westons, fuck I'm sorry if I bit your
Girlfriend's anal-is?
I am outlandish
And unapologetic
Except when I apologize, the shit like diarrhetic
My music get you shaking round until you're diabetic
100% real, and 99% synthetic, bitch

[Chorus]