[VERSE 1]
Aye, let me
Ask a question
Which way is
One Direction headed?
Is it up or down?
Or is it left or right?
If a dime's on its side
Then who decides
If it's heads or it's tails?
Does tails ever fail?
Cuz I'm pretty sure some
Times heads prevails
I'm givin’ head to males
Does that make me gay?
Fuck him twice in a day?
Is that a re-lay?
Is bakin’ a cake
A piece of cake?
Is a bleach debate
A clean debate?
What if I put some
Bleach in a cake?
What happens if I feed
A vegan a steak?
Does he blow up?
Implode or combust?
If you trust a pair of tits
Is it a trust bust?
If a tree fall in the woods
And someone is around
To hear it make a sound
Does it fall in love?


[VERSE 2]
I got a cock like a redwood
Balls like a cantaloupe
Flow so dope
Maya motherfuckin’ Angelou
The difference
Between me and she
Is that I am a ten
And she is a three
I'm a livin’ legend
And she is deceased
And I don't give fuck
Why the caged bird sings
I just wanna know about
The birds and the bees
And how a bee dick fits
In bird pussy
Because if a motherfucker
Want to get a cup of
Hot Joe Pesci
Do his palms get sweaty
Like his mom's spaghetti?
On his mom's spaghetti
Mom's spaghetti
Mom's spaghetti
No beard, clean shave
Am I still pretty?
Or would I look weird
Like Steve Buscemi?
Ben Stiller cookin’
Crystal in the city
Is he Walter White?
Or Walter Mitty?
When a fire fighter fails
To put out a fire, does
He get to keep his job?
Or is the fighter fired?
Is it better to be
Pissed off than on?
If I told R Kelly
Would he be pissed off?
Got a shower made of gold
But it’s not a gold shower
Got a dog named Courage, so
Why is he a coward?
Guess I just don't see the
Irony, but if he's
Talkin’ to a dogwood, is he
Barking up the wrong tree?

[VERSE 3]
Catch me hangin’
From a pine tree
Am I Santa Clause?
Bitch, I might be
Yo bitch spread her asshole
For me while we were Skyping
I blocked that trick on Facebook
When she told me she a Pisces
Talkin bout yo horoscope is
Enough to make me slap a hoe
Into limbo with
Leonardo DiCaprio
Fuckin’ hoes obese
Right in the roast beef
Smokin’ weed and holdin’ these
Nuts, sippin’ Codine
Stackin’ goat cheese
But my swiss is in the bank
Mack on that frumunda
Under Hilary Swank
Catch me chillin’
At the First Citizens
Like a little kid on fifty
Milligrams of Ritalin
Spillin’ gin
On Fifty Cent
Whisperin’
To his shitty kid
That he's livid since I didn’t
Repent for my sin, when
I whipped out my dick and
Hit his chinny chin chin
Then he went to my crib
And said “let me in”, so
I told him I don’t tussle
With a lesbian
Then he grabbed an axe
From the back of his Cadillac
Sorry Miss Jackson, but
Ya married a lumberjack
Curt chopped down
Every one of my trees, he's
One of many men who wish
Death upon me (and my trees)