GlitchSlapTko

Fools think that they can see me. They gots a better chance at peepin' a Houdini.
Fans gather at the places that I'm gonna be, like undercover with my lover at the Roxy.
Who wrote that beat? They gotta know who. Paparazzi's on my ass like super glue.
Put a fist up in your face that's what I'm 'bout ta do. Don't make me utilize my Bruce Lee Kung-Fu.

You thought you could be my homey. Write back home, as if ya know me.
Don't cha know ya jes a bitch-ass chump? You got yo mouth up on my ass while a squeeze a dump.
Cuz if ya workin' for the tabloid magazine, 'member when ya crowdin' round my black limousine
I ain't afraid to smack a bitch das fuckin wid my scene, so you can eat my protein. Eat on a saltine...cracker.

So what cha think ya gonna see while ya look? I'm world-wide qualified to deliver the hook!
Oh, baby...What cha think ya gonna see? Jive motha fucka why you lookin at me?

Because you look. You look to see. To see a celebrity, jes like on TV.
You wanna be me represent the W.D. Disagree? You can choke it on my wee-wee.
Cuz yo, yo! Rock star, gigolo. Wid the skillz to deliver underground oratorio.
Cuz I'm the dynamo, everybody wanna know, come wid tha guarantee, hit you with the K.O.

You thought you could be my homey. Write back home, as if ya know me. Don't cha know ya jes a bitch-ass chump? You got yo mouth up on my ass while a squeeze a dump. Cuz if ya workin' for the tabloid magazine, 'member when ya crowdin' round my black limousine
I ain't afraid to smack a bitch das fuckin wid my scene, so you can eat my protein. Eat on a saltine...cracker.

So what cha think ya gonna see while ya look? I'm world-wide qualified to deliver the hook!
Oh, baby...What cha think ya gonna see? Jive motha fucka why you lookin at me?