Really, you?

This is my territory, I control the water
baking soda in a pull over, mixed with white sawdust
desert the coke like cold shoulders, oh naw I invite problems
control the parks like Amy Poehler, and vice em up like Don Johnson

Send em sobbin, that's not mobbin
dick in your bitch, I call that hot doggin
linguistics hit, hit tits like Dolly Parton
Pardon the language, got dykes have their lips Partin
and no pussy queef, under clits it be sick fartin

Oh here we go again
tears that flow again
macabre, I'm Allen Poe "en" em
Your melon grows again
Ivanca, make Donald Broke again
I'm on a roll again
I sold my soul again
Wonka, I sweeten notes again

Disappoint your folks and friends
Your hope just floats in sand
Your dope just so, so here's my coke again
Cocaine Cowboy, so I just rope em en
Plastic Surgeon, their nose just grows with him