I Am Not A Human Being Explicit Version E

I am not a human being. Uh, pussy for lunch. Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch. Yeah. Cushion the blunts. I ride through your block, see a foot in The trunk. I don't know why they keep playin'. They better replan. I'm givin' them the blues, Bobby Blue Bland. Together we stand, and fall on y'all. Ballin' with my Bloods, call it B-ball. These days ain't shit, Young Money is. I got Mars bars, Three Musketeers. Come through, coupe same color as veneers. And ya know I'm ridin' with the toast, cheers. Yeah. Now I'm back on my gris. And y'all's a bunch of squares like a motherfuckin' Grid. Shit, fuck with me and get hit. I finger fucked a Nina, make that bitch have Kids. Just do it, my nigga, I just did. Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, Dig? Ya dig? This here is big biz. And I scream, "Fuck it," whoever it is. I am the rhymin' oasis. I got a couple of your time I won't Waste it. I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'. I thank God that I am not basic. I am not a human Being. Uh, rockstar baby. Now come to my seat and get locked, young Baby. Rich nigga lookin' at the cops all crazy. That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorseizi. Heat or cold strange, 'cause people are strange. But I bet that it get bought if it Been keep your Ardène. You can't see bees in our rain. I'm in the far lane. I'm runnin' this shit, hundred-yard gain. Uh, swag on infinity. I'm killin' 'em. See the white flag from the Enemy. Shoot you in your head and leave your Dash full of memories. Father, forgive me for my branch delivery. I would try you. I wouldn't lie, dude. I must be sticky 'cause Them bitches got they eyes glued. Young Money, baby, we the shit like fly food. Y'all can't see us like the bride's shoes. I stand tall like a motherfuckin' nine two. I scream, "Motherfuck you and whoever designed you." And if you think you hot, then obviously you A lie, too. And we don't die, we multiply And then we come divide by you. I am the rhymin' oasis. I got a couple of your time I won't Waste it. I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'. I thank God that I am not basic. I am not basic. I am not basic. I thank God that I am not basic. I am not a human being. Re-re-re-re-reportin' from another world. Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover Girl. Bless got the weed rolled it thicker than A Southern girl. Strong-arm rap like a nigga did A hundred curls. Rockstar BI, check out how we Rock. And if this ain't hip hop, it must Be knee hop. I'm higher than a tip-top. She lick my lollipop. I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet Shop. Spittin' that heat rock. I'm smooth, not B. Rock. And my, and my money on et cetera, three Dots. Still get a stomach ache every time I See cops. You better run, motherfucker, 'cause we not. You better run 'til your feet stop. You ain't even a fuckin' alphabet in my teapot. Colder than a ski shop. Holdin' on to the top. And even if I let go, I still won't Cheer-ah. I am the rhymin' oasis. I got a couple of your time I won't Waste it. I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'. I thank God that I am not basic. I am not, I am not a human being