



Ayo whattup you back in the presence of the illustrious Big Ghost aka the mighty Hands Of Zeus aka the magnificent Phantom Raviolis aka Shampoo Bracelets the panty melter or the great Volcano Hands hisself aka Thor Molecules or Spartacus Deluxe…but you can call me the world famous Cocaine Biceps namsayin…Im back up inthe house of OKP one mo gain so I gotta hit yall wit that legal dsiclaimer:

The views n what have you in this muthafucka is all my owns…so that aint in no way a reflection of nobody other than myself n whatever else b. No other man or woman or child represented heretofore n such hereby is sharin the opinion of the gentleman who be sayin the shit contained within namsayin. This muthafucka do be containin foul language n shit that might offend small children n old people n shit too. It should be noted by all those who is present today here today before God that yall here on ya own accord n if anybody not cool wit that they should leave now or forever hold they peace…

Anyways I been blessed wit the opportunity to walk yall thru this new Dwayne Michael Carter joint….should be all types of heat on this muthafucka.

1. “IANAHB” – Yo I swear that even after hearin son light his shit at the start of the track I still kept checkin to see if my illegal download of this shit was legit b… Son I got a lot of respect for musicians n what have you…so big ups to whoever tickled those ivories on this shit but I hope I never accidentally hear this muthafucka ever ever ever again for as long as I live n shit… Unless ya name happen to be Nasir Jones… aint no way in hell Im fuckin wit n**gas straight rappin over nothin but a piano. No disrespect but if wanted to hear that Igor Stravinsky shit Id hang outside a YMCA n duff a old white dude for his discman b. But that wasnt eem the foulest part…I almost forgot that this the post-2007 Weezy F. So niggas gotta buckle up n get ready to ride that roller coaster of lyrical genius n be ready to wear out they rewind buttons on fiery hot bars like “I put it down like my hand hurtin.” Anyways son aint disappoint at all when he came flyin out the gate to hit us over the head wit that first line on the album… “Im in a crib butt nekkid bitch…she said my dick could be the next black president”. YOOOOOOOOOOO!! Imma need DJ Whoo Kid to rewind that shit back n fire off multiple retardedly loud gunshots n ad libs on this shit so we can fully absorb the impact of that muthafuckin poetry right there yo… swmwidfhgytijishshshlieiequeyytszvhhhhhhhhdjsjsjs BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW BRRRRRRRRRRRATTTTTT TATATATATATATATAT OH MY GAAAAAWD…”Im in a crib butt nekkid bitch…she said my dick could be the next black president” DAAAAAAAMMMMN!! That aint all tho…theres more…son actually got in the booth n spit shit like….

“She said ‘Tunech, you the shit you need ya ass wiped’…I say ‘before you gas me up check the gas price'”…

“Runnin this shit like a faucet…Farrah”…

“Fuck wit me ya ass is grass…get a lawn chair”….

“If you fake put a egg in ya shoe n scramble”…

“I stick it in her ass… like some fuckin steroids”

Maaaaaaan…. Somewhere right now that n**ga Jermaine Cole noddin his head in muthafuckin approval over these bars yo.

2. “Curtains” (feat. Boo) – Oh good…autotune. Shit sounds like Wayne doin a impersonation of Future doin a impersonation of Wayne or some shit…

“Im gettin cake like Im Jewish…my n**ga Drake he Jewish”

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