[Verse 1]
I'm the Row to the L
To the And, I am
If I wasn't then why
Would I say I can
Rock a mic just as well
As any other man
From the Susquehanna
All the way to Pakistan
So don't stand in my way
If you see me coming through
I'll do what I gotta do
Just to make it through you
Who knew that the Wu
Would inspire me to find my own
Flying guillotine
To chop through your fucking mind
[Chorus]
They say snitches get stitches
From New York to Alabama
The 7 inches in my britches
Got bitches goin' bananas
Raiding their Southlands
Like Sherman did to Atlanta
Got them whistlin' on my Dixie
From Japan down to Savannah
[Verse 2]
Summertime
And the living is kinda hard
When you're wishing
Upon a star
Cuz that don't get you very far
So just pick up that guitar
And let the music flow
Let the rhythm take control
And become your maestro
Let yourself go
Beyond the places you don't know
From the highest of the highs
To the lowest of the lows.
[Bridge]
Don't be surprised by the lies
Of those you idolize
It's all just a game
With no chances to win a prize
Don't become the mastermind
Of your very own demise
When the thing you fear the most
Is really a blessing in disguise
[Verse 3]
I'm in it to win it
So just spin it and finish it
It's roulette, Russian style
Don't try to diminish it
I'm about to blow up
Like some Bailey's and Guinness shit
So just sit back and relax
And just let that trigger slip
You hypocritical prick
Don't trip over that ego
Cuz we know
It's all just for show
Just go with the flow
Reach for new plateaus
And watch the fire
Inside of you grow
