Missy Elliot

Woo
Ah
Yeah

I'm just doin what I'm 'pposed to
40 wit' da OG that's a nigga mossa
Rollin' up some OG super mega ultra
Super mega ultra
Super mega ultra

I'm just doin' what I'm 'pposed to
40 wit' da OG that's a nigga mossa
Rollin' up some OG super mega ultra
I kill it like a poacher, then I eat it I'm a vulture
I do not stay over 'cause I'm on my lay-over
And I never stay sober so it's never hangover
Split chain smoker puff and super flame
So its slappin' stanker on ya sippin' cobra
Switchin' lanes on ya like
I-I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
Sometimes I need to get away from all these distractions
I'm absent-minded I don't mind it I'm just relaxin'
And when I kick back I'm Lil Han Sebastian
And I don't need shit but oxygen so fuck your suggestions
Unless you my best friend which is my reflection
My girl perfection so I don't use protection
I just come in her mouth so she do not get pregnant
I don't need no babies, I'm sippin' on Jamie
In a wine house like Amy, if I fly out they pay me
Puffin' on veggie no casey on the daily like Carson
From Burback to Carson I'm a arson
Call the fire department at night at your carpet
With a lighter and burned down your entire apartment
And now I'm hidin' in the darkness black as fibres in my heart is
King of the jungle, kill the lion, eat the carcass
And my mind's retarded, but I rhyme on some smart shit
I grew up on Southpark, I'm Kyle, I'm Cartman
Leavin' my mark on the beat I'm a marksman
Dance on my dick, Boogie Nights Marky Mark's twin
Maybe I'm a martian, maybe I'm venetian
Laughin' at the bullshit, maybe I'm vicious
See this shit from all sides, that's no decohedrence
These niggas zombies, I'm lookin like Negan
You lookin for excuses, you lookin' for a reason
And I ain't never finished, shit I ain't even begin
Shit I ain't even pop yet, so I ain't never peekin'
And that shit is ironic, for you this is the end

Yo that shit was fucking ill