Who Am I

[Intro: Whipstick]
Yo, you ever been caught up in some stupid shit you know you didn't do?
But then when you wake up with a clearer mind, you know you did it?
Yeah? Well, I'ma just plead the fifth and deny, deny, deny
Always get high on your own supply

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
I'm just an average Joe, some call me Super Famous
My name's Big Whip, ayo, you're calling me the plaintiff
I'm insane as they say, I'm like Sadam Hussein is
Keepin' me down here in company to bottomless places
I'm the guy who let the breath out your chest
The one whom after tonight, baby girl, you'll never forget
You don't wanna fall asleep, 'cause that's the cousin of death
When you're sleeping next to me you may not wake up next (Get 'em!)
We'll start it off light with waterboard torture
While refreshing our website just to harvest more orders
Of our shirts we don't have but yo, that's not important
Unlike my seal of approval while I'm marking your organs
It's just a forced field trip (Stop cryin', bitch!)
I got your forced permission slips (I'm not lyin', bitch!)
I'm a dungeon on wheels (It's a one time trip)
Embezzling on my deals (On some Fun Time shit)

[Chorus: Jean Knight, Whipstick]
Mr. Big Stuff Huh? What?
Who do you think you are Shut up, cunt!
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love Bet!
Mr. Big Stuff Huh? What?
Who do you think you are Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love Bet!

[Verse 2: Mr. 8 Legz]
Yo, your honor, I'm a law abiding citizen
So to be connected to this or any other incident
Is far beyond insensitive
Trending hashtag, "Legz is innocent"
But I suck at lying, so you bet your ass I did it, bitch
And even if I didn't, you're damn right I'm taking credit
Took a cab here and the meter's going up every second
And I'm not going outside to pay that motherfucker
He's my best friend and I haven't told him I got his wife pregnant
Off topic, though, yo, (What?) I love that movie Se7en
I got a few heads in a box, waiting on FedEx to accept it
Also tried my hand at pyramid schemes but can't perfect it
It's been called "mugging", though I'd rather call it a learning lesson
I do give back to my community with Molotov cocktails
When people don't wanna move their lawn
What I'm suppose to look [?]
This town would look a lot better [?]
But I'm pleading not guilty as fuck 'cause I'm really good at it

[Chorus: Jean Knight, Mr. 8 Legz, Dubbs]
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are? It don't matter, bitch!
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love Oh, yeah
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff Look, look
You're never gonna get my love Uh

[Verse 3: Dubbs]
Yo, I ain't do it but if I did it, I'd write a book about the way I did it
But, yo, your honor, I'm innocent
Look at the state we livin' in, in your humble opinion
Did you think that I'd be dumb enough to let you catch me slippin', shit
So what, I snuck a weapon inside of this federal building
And sold some meth to children
But I digress, I'm [?]
Front of you for charges completely unrelated
And I know my rights so you gon' have to strike those fuckin' statements
Right from the record and throw 'em out
Cuz, yo, today just ain't the fuckin' day or the way that I planned on goin' out
I'm the one they know about
Yeah, the dude who never take the bottles back to the store
He just fuckin' throw 'em out
And then he go about his day
He's known around the state
And you can feel his presence from a mile away
So peep my mixtape and holler when you have a chance
(Shut the fuck up, you bitch. A hundred thirty years in [?])
130 years?
(Hahaha, yeah, 130 years)
Seems a bit excessive
(I know, it's longer than you'll ever live, Hahaha
Silly muggle
Super Famous Fun Time Guys, ya bitch)

[Chorus: Jean Knight]
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love