I do not own the beat, it is the beat from Still D.R.E by Dr. Dre
Go 'head and tell 'em that Milky's the new way
You've fallen off that's why we call you Toupée
My cars are even more mint than the toothpaste
Tell the girl come jump in my coupé
Only the one with the best bootay
Talkin' 'bout how she would love to do me
But offcourse she already blew me
You hate my style? Go' head man just sue me.
The engine's in in middle cuz it's a Lambo
Clean like a dentist room, I kill vandals
I'm like an old man I'm like "GET OUTTA HERE"
When I shoot my shotgun it aint at a deer.
Y'all need to just chill out come on have a beer
'Cuz if you start something I have the chopper near.
Every single one of the other guys are beat into submission
They're pussy, so I guess it's fuck the competition
I'm Milkyway, all the way from outer space
I'm always grinding, making the world a better place
Perhaps I am some kind of holy saint
Always here to tell you about what is and what aint
I beat people, they're calling me the fuckin' head-acher
You may be a fairy, but it's me who's the tooth-taker
Sorry faggot, but I aint really with all that gay-ness
Man I'll be talking 'bout a planet if I'm talking 'bout Uranus
I'm Milkyway, galactic, so you better play this
Or end up in the box in which I keep my haters
Relax in there with Bill O'Reily screaming "pin-head!"
If you called me that, you'd already have been dead
Before you even noticed 'cuz you're talkin' so bogus
You'll be an easy target in my rifle scope focus
You're lightweight so people go around calling you Lotus.
I'm the biggest boss around, but hey you already know this.
Is it the bass in my trunk, or is it a guy tryna escape?
He better call God, tell Him he won't be coming late
When I'm on you man, you're gonna wish you would just die
Why do you think that skeletons always carry a smile?
Go right ahead and run at any motherfucking pace
I'm always killing, the world is now dangerous place
Perhaps I am some kind of fiend from hell
But I will kill you if you tell
If you ever tell someone, I'll kill the person you told
And come to your crib, making sure you don't get old
But that does not mean that you will live forever
It means that coughing blood will be your last endeavor
I have so many ways of killing, I'll mention them one by one
Some certainly will have you screaming "NOT MY SON"
The undertaker'll be the richest guy in the fucking region
He'll be so crazy busy that you cannot even reach him
The gun stores'll be sold out when I come through
Can someone touch us? Well certainly not one crew!
I'll put a flame under your house like it's an air-ballon
Every passer-by will simply stop and stare like "who?
is lying there, he's dead - that's undeniable,
but who it was? Look, he's unidentifiable"
And no-one notices your passing, you were insignificant
Only guy who sees it was the one to whom you payed your rent
There is no longer any doubt, I am a psycho
Even more than the guy called Myers, Michael
But I am still so hot I'll melt a ton of ice in a second
And still convert your skin to crispy bacon