[Verse 1 Bet The House On Me] Beat killer made another murder victim My dawg got stopped by the cops he had the burner wit him Serial number scratched off, its a dirty business Meanwhile meet Mao, thats my work assistant Anyways Im Prince of Zamunda with 30 bitches No top on the drop call it circumcision I see straight through the bullshit, I got perfect vision Im in Serie A you in third division I got the German wit me like Jurgen Klinsmann Im the playmaker go focus on your position This is urban diction I murder the words I aint a perfect Christian Im smoking herb in Lisbon with Turkish women Outside of the box like Churches Chicken Homie ever doubting me was your worst decision Everything purple rest in peace to Big Moe Bia Bia playing bitches gon get low Bitch Im feeling so invincible, twisting info Everybody round me some blessed individuals Everybody round me gettin doe Tell women surround me with the gold Brutus! Bet the house on me Im going all in it Doing something new, they dont even know what they callin it I been bad with the pen and pad bitch Im Sinbad when Im in the lab Its a different world cinemax flow In the castle out in Trinidad But Leningrad is my winter swag though Linen rag coat looking like a diplomat Theres so many ways to skin a cat though Tell Smallz spin the wax, Ima chill and hit the wax Brazilian rap I invented that flow Kicking back, sippin that fo in the back of the Lac pickin that fro Im the 2060 Nat Cole The second verse is even harder than the first Verses are permanent, magic markers on his shirt So pardon the jargon Im at a loss for words Its a Kings speech like Colin Firth Im a martyr you get lost int he verse Bitch Im feeling so invincible, twisting info Everybody round me some blessed individuals Everybody round me gettin doe Tell women surround me with the gold Brutus! Bet the house on me Im going all in it Doing something new, they dont even know what they callin it [Verse 2 Tom Waits For No Man] Tom waits for no man so no can do I sky rocket in the purple clouds and so can you In my pocket lies a Roman crown thats gold and blue Its so big you couldnt hold it with both hands true Since the devil needs a song that he can slow dance to Joeys on the MPC making old mans blues Im the Sultan of the Fontainebleau When I move to Cancun I make sure to bring the whole fam through We can eat carne esada and just roll bambu I got the curls of God I use gold shampoo We the no canned food crew we crab rangoo I know ya dig, been in the crib like Roseanne do Leave me alone man, Im grown man dude, Im Conan dude Yo man you really stand no chance dude Dan dun play the roland dude its so damn smooth I show and prove you joking you know Joe can groove
bia, brutus, gold, round, dude