Whoa Whoa Whoa

LETRA

Whoa Whoa Whoa

Woah Woah Woah
What do you take us for? x2

I'm a phenomenon
And I got to bring pain in the octagon
When I want to spit game at a soccer mom
I get it quicker than the left lane in the Autobahn (Fast!)
Like Ramadan
And I battle young padawans all the damn day
I'm getting naked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got the mother fuc*** a la flambé
I go to Miley's house
I see that Miley's home
I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a xylophone
Yes that was highly fuc*** up but my skills are highly honed
And if I was highly high-fee I might be more widely known
C'est la vie!
Better pay my fee
They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket they get it in the bay in a plain white tee
Hey mami, you a P.Y.T
You want to see me speak
Then I go, go (go, go, go, go)
Every time I get a beat I know I got to beat it up
I bend it then I break it then I chop it and eat it up
And PETA would never approve of the way I've been treating the music
I bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curb
And then I'm sipping on my bourbon
I be freaking it, doing it, keeping it moving
I'm picking apart the muscle when I'm thinking about the hustle but I'm nice
Nice!

Woah Woah Woah
What do you take us for? x2

I jump the freeway median I'm savage
Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud
I thought I was a atheist until I realized I'm a god
It could hurt a bit, when I murder shit
In a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet
When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum
I don't even got to enter but I'm going to win the tournament
That's what I'm all about
I do what I got to do and never going to pout
And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out
But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt
Ever since I was a little kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition they were not not not tight
I've been reading my scripture
Every photo bomber want to be in my picture
And you better bet I'm living every single day like it's the mother fuc*** Catalina wine mixer
Bada bing bada boom
When I walk in I'm the king of the room
And I get it locked in like the king in a tomb
When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
Cause I'm back in the nick of time
And I'm attacking the fickle mind, I'm a jackal
I'll rip his hide, Imma tackle him
Pick a fight I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I'm out
Poof

Woah Woah Woah
What do you take us for? x2