Write This Down

Relax and take notes, while I take notes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace. Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Sucking on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "BIG"
Then I bust in her EYE (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)

Don't fuck with me I'm from queens
People are afraid I dress blue I'm a crips
I love those who hate me
I will make history
You looking for joy
I am my joy
Have you heard the new song tell me how it rocks
Write my nice big name on the paper
Because I am the doctor curator dictator
Of this Italy that continually fails
Yes! I don't listen to people because most of them
He's been known to lie to you
Yes! I think with my mind
You, on the other hand, follow the masses, you're just a lunatic
Yes! You tell us we're idiots
But when you hear Morello you see how you tremble
Yes! Obsessed with money
I'll make you collapse like they did with the towers
I am the dictator of the state the healer
I'm modest but call me doctor
The kids with cigarettes in their mouths
They will never know what happens to them
But one rule is that you speak badly of me and you fly straight to prison
You don't like the question
But I ridicule you in a song