Broulette

I know this girl named Broulette lette lette
The coolest woman I ever met, met, met
I never tried to hook it up, up, up
But I used to fantasize about
The guts, fuck, bust nuts, rush
Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth
Yo, I'ma try to hold the microphone
And turn the party out
If it's the type of crowd
That doesn't like to shout, fuck it
I'll give 'em somethin' to chew on
Somethin' to talk about (no doubt)
Snap, crackle, pop rock
I never had a sawed-off
Don't ever wanna blow up 'cuz
I nevеr wanna fall off but Jason
To that vacant lot next to your weed spot
Sit's a head shop benеath the
Tree watchin' peace talks
So let me catch a round of applause
So maybe even I can talk
Somebody out of they drawers

Come on baby, give it up
(ladies and gentlemen)
Give it up baby, I can tell-
(I'll ask that you give a
Nice warm Minnesota welcome)
(To MC, on stage, to MC, on stage)
You follow me, you follow me

'Cuz if we can't do it together
We'll do it apart
Ain't no way we'll ever make it
How it was at the start but that's a given
Now within the distance of your vision
Measure your persistence, how are you livin'

Yo, yo
I'll smack the wack that's selling crack
While I'm laying down my mack
(I'm tryin' to tell you, my mans)
And catch a lift, I got that gift
And on the DL, probably sniff
I get sick on the trick, I'm talkin' shit
Burn grip on my dick
I got a trunk that pushes funk
I'm in the back rollin' a blunt like what
(Like what, like what dog, what)
I make moves and get loose
Wearin' a camouflage Goose, that's juice
Yes, yes, I never stress, make a mess
On the mic sippin' a Becks, wearin' a vest
'Cuz, well, you know, it's that rhyme sayer
With the razor truck jewelry Chuck Taylors
(Ha, ha, ha) Tall, sharp, and handgun
Paid a ransom for these pants, dun
So step off kid, you're playing me too close

'Cuz if we can't do it together
We'll do it apart
Ain't no way we'll ever make it
How it was at the start but that's a given
Now within the distance of your vision
Measure your persistence, how are you livin'

Yo, yo, i killed all the thoughts about
Killin' all the cops
No longer get as pissed off when I
Have to pull my dick off
I just want a mic and crowd
And if that's askin' for too much, fine
Let me just have that mic, I'll be alright
(Yo, I'll be alright)
Stuck between a rock and a ska
With an option to bah, and I got lost
In a lie, toss them fakes out the door
I ain't your whore, I make music
Can you dig it? Cool
Then I'ma make some more yes, yes, ya'll
You're now rockin' with the best
Of this missile, in route to the basement
While Ant drives the vessel
All apologies to those insulted
By the repulsive vultures that fly loose
When I'm seduced by the impulses
I guess that's my defense, make an effect
Protect the rep from all
Forms of public inflictions
But listen, I love the diction
So fuck your friction
It takes focus off what's the mission
(Yo, tell 'em what's the mission)
To be the man on the mic
To be the man on the molly
To be the man that made you push rewind
To be that motherfucker over
There on that mind you know what that means
That means that I can show what
I need you to see see, see, see