Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Nigeria The African government Sudan Or some different shit [Verse 1] I'm geared towards the big dominant game The shit I flip it Baseline muscle Turn inside the fuckin' dunk over Nenad Krstić, ya seven foot center Saw my nuts in his face, oh shit The crowd missed it Now The Nets gotta regroup and call a time-out I'm fuel-exhausted from the stomach up I shit a rhyme out Cobra on top of my hat spit a rhyme out The golden mummies make a statement Ya chick piss on the couch The Nigerian queens feed the king Time is cereal That's some shit that you won't even get close to ya fuckin' mouth Golden dogs walk around the fuckin' house With navigation connected to your bitch eyebrows The stars crystal off my pubic hair While you face the throne 18 million for the princess Diana's chair [Hook] Somalia, Egypt, somewhere (x3) [Verse 2] I piss on your toenails, paint ya feet all black You ain't no official fuckin' mack Skinny legs on your ass stand up weak from cocaine What's that green fungus growin' from your bitch Cum in my face with pinkeye You think magazines tell you the truth? Look at your face surgery, it's a goddamn shame Now they got you with a little bony ass With furry Ugg boots, and celebrity sleuth The pop sensation let you wipe my ass for me at the radio station Your bitch know I got good sense Walkin' up to the Chinese restaurant with the cobra hat You see where the man is, you fuckin' know where the cobra's at Your bitch got bed lice from dirty hotels She move with the clap Ya'll wanna find the prince, you better get that fuckin' Africa map [Hook] Somalia, Egypt, somewhere (x3) [Verse 3] Now watch me walk the camel on top of your fuckin' head The Arabs trade me oil, and make deals Horses run at you at in desert, a hundred degrees I don't need wheels, you motherfuckers in America fight for skills And top-ranked monkeys, they top-ranked flunkies With no pyramid status These peasants and shitstains, they keep comin' at us The lord abracadabra, shit-talker, Al Jazeera bragger Get out my face with a cheap-ass phone camera And practice your goddamn grammar You can't spell for shit, you can't talk and tell for shit Now you wanna turn around and talk with shit on your lips [Hook] Somalia, Egypt, somewhere (x3)