Jupiter's Critic & the Mind of Mars

Yes, you're the star

I've got you on my radar

I've got have you in bed

You are the cutest one here

I said And all these guys in here are just jealous

Lookin at me like they might kill us

I don't give a fuck about none of y'all

I'm stabbin you all with {?}

Balls, girls, that's all it take

Leave no shells at the scene of the hate crime

Take my 9 and [blam blam blam] bitch

Have you flappin all around like a goldfish

Where's your bowl?

Where's your soul?

You said one too many things, nigga let's go

Your mouth wrote a check that your ass can't cash so you got a 40 caliber rash (rash)

And I got your girl and smashed (smashed)

I took her to sea and bashed (bashed)

She had to be a beauty in the past (past)

I treat her like she has a little class (class)

I promise

I won't cum too fast (fast)

She wanna put my name on her ass

ASSSSSSSSS... awwwww yes,

I smoke a lot of weed

Get paranoid then

I grab my heat

I'd rather keep the dumper on me

No thank you,

I'm not lonely

I don't need a date

I don't want a girl who like to get scraped

Real thick hoe in this fool; take that mini-skirt off

Get tested, call your momma, go back to school

You'll thank me later

Your boyfriend's a fuckin hater

I live in

Hollywood

He's older than me and can't leave the hood

I make music you can laugh to

Radio playlist cause they have to

Awwwwwwww yes, bang internet {?} woulda never {?} skinny breath

Take that shit like you're a vet

You ain't nothin but a {?} let

Flirtin with little boys under 14 years

Why you actin like a

Gerald Levert in here?

Awwwwwww,

I'm not rich,

I'm barely here

I've had a pretty much fucked up year

Haven't been back since

I left the matress upside down in my taxes and wages

So before you go and turn the page

I'ma come back to smash the bird cage

Awwwwwwww yes,

I'm fancy free

Suckers hate that whole thing about me

How can I fall off of the bull and even losin, keep it movin?

Quik's the shit no need to prove it

Sex drive so good she's

Fahrvergnügen

Awwwwwww I don't talk about swag

What it is?

What was it?

Can you fizz it?

Can you diss it?

This character, you miss it?

Miss America, you visit?

Did you get on the boat without a ticket?

Me too let's kick it!

Alright that's it, the party's over

I am Jupiter's critic with the mind of

Mars Bitch you need sun sheet gold wrapped stars

To the present and don't look back

The past don't owe you jack, shit

We are leaving them back, spit

I Kurpted y'all just that

Quik