Pay Attention

[Verse 1: Soul Khan]
I take a grown man shit in your back pack, pardon me
Fuck your rap anarchy song, I’m Jack Donaghy
So I sound hard like the weight company
And live comfortably on the blood of cats that act modestly
Time to be a man again, stop being a mannequin
Pope [?], time to flee the Vatican
Helicopter leavin’, now we gotta free my man and them
It’s time to pull a motherfuckin’ rabbit out the hat again
And choke [?]
Damn, you done a pound of it
I’ll tell you if the price right when I’m done countin’ it
My weapons hard to earn, you got a lot of nerve
Steppin’ in my direction and beggin’ for a pound of it
The best under [?], gettin’ texts from your girlie
She ridin’ on fours like the Kentucky Derby
A sexual squirting got my [?]
But she too fly, so you could say the [?]

[Verse 2: Soul Khan]
When it comes to brain, the ladies got an open mind
They say God will, and maybe if I’m so inclined
I’m 5’8”, a buck fifty [?]
Even David Beckham ain’t affecting any code of mine
If you never heard of me, fuck it
You got moves like Jagger but the blood of Freddie Mercury
I barely fit that line, but had to spit that line
Don’t let you know how to care if you don’t work with me
[?] tape makers, I’m really more like date rapists
They never ask for permission, they harass you to listen
If you stand for tradition then they laugh and dismiss it
So I’m back just to piss upon it, fake players
I’mma do the world wrong
I got homies that’ll fuck you up just to get on WorldStar
You call that a bar? I wipe the stool on it
And gave your boo the Bubonic, now you got it