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I feel like I've got elephant tusks
I'm hellafied bonafide Kentucky
Fried, I'm nuts, what?
And I'm staying lubricated daily
Slip my dick in to whatever it fit in
I'm crazy
Holy mosh pit, Osh Kosh B'gosh it's
Completely retarded the size my crotch gets
I'm pooping, on rappers
Not only pooping but poop scooping
And vacuuming them bastards
Push, pull, let's give it a go
Go to the limit, I'm a living animal
I'm a motherfucking hustler
And I'm married to the
Game, I take her out to eat, then I fuck her
Rollin' down the block in my bicycle
Steady smoking on my mom's white widow
I'm as about as fly as it gets
So fly that basically I'm on top of shit
Wake up world! Time to work out
Turn the lights on, wake up girl
Woah, ooh, ooh, yeah, whoa ooh ooh, yeah
Woah ooh ooh yeah, let's go to work
Wake up world! Time to work out
Turn the lights on, wake up girl
Woah, ooh, ooh, yeah, whoa ooh ooh, yeah
Woah ooh ooh yeah, let's go to work
I'm so Rick Ross, I'm such a big boss
I got 'em hating on me
They must be pissed off
Young Prof is something that
You've never seen
I swear to God I've been the
Best since I was seventeen
You a bald man, I'm a rock band
You a choir boy, I'm a boss man
Motherfucker, I'm a small economy
Arguably I'm a rarity, considered an anomaly
You're so gumshoe
I'm in your face like a front tooth
Better recognize when I come through
My whole crew fights
Taste an uppercut up in the jaw
And get elevated to new heights
Young Prof hop out the coupe
So damn fresh man, I'm smelling like juice
Motherfucking unbelievable even though
I'm achieving
All these things that's unachievable
Wake up world! Time to work out