So nasty that it's somewhat of a travesty,
having me, Then I told my people
"You can call me Your Majesty"
Keep your battery charged
You know it won't stick, yo
and its not my fault you kick slow
should've let your trick-ho chick
hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nuttin
once i let the brick go
and you know i know thats a bunch of snow
the beat is so butter
peep the slow cutter
as i utter the calm flow