baybe im a king kong
godzilla
hustla
i got a big ding dong
guaranteed to bust ya
got a ferrari
lamborghini
benz
got enough cars
to run over all your friends
babie
im filthy
rich and loaded
drink so much top shelf my liver exploded
baby im the big time
top notch pinnacle
so damn earnest
yet sinfully cynical
it cyclical
i treat you well
then like hell
cuz it rings your bell
baby im a genius
so smart
intelligent
and i got the perfect penis
slightly curved
but not bent
baby i got so much cash
to carry it would break your back
but that wouldnt bother me
i only want you in the sack
baby im so lyrical
its hysterical
funny as fuck
i got only one problem
i’m pretty sure this poem sucks