Philosopher's Throne

I pull off with my nigga finna throw a fit
I pull up on a bitch, I don't say shit
She gettin' in
But I had to kick her out cause I
Ain't tell her ass to get in
I embarrass her in front
Of her little friends you see
I do a lot of shit now just because I can
I could kill a man with
My bare fuckin' hands
And I don't need a gun to
Fuckin' help with my defense
You play with me
I'll hang 'em up on the front fence
Leave it up to me, I'm Terrortuga Man
The prince and I don't give a fuck
About nothing but a spliff
You switch it back to us
My whole squad smokin' ghost dust shit
Couldn't pull my damn blunt with a tow truck
Leave it up to me, I smoke
The whole thing, one puff, i had enough
I ain't finna mingle with no fuck boy
Which one Imma hit first when
I come for 'em? Can't sit back
Bitch I'm trynna go and look for 'em
Squad said to chill man
Them little niggas ain't that important
I said yea, you right my boy
Now it's time to get to smoking
See me on a mountain looking out
I'm cold as Nova Scotia
You can sip some lean, little bitch
I drink my own potion
All these little niggas don't even
Know where they goin'
I trip a fool so easily cause
He don't know what he doin'
I make a make a new tag and
Lay it up on you prick niggas
Don't come asking me about shit
I don't talk about nothin', nigga
I think I've seen too much
I'm trapped inside a trip, nigga
Now I be zoning in and zoning
Out until I see the children
Now I feel a little better
I'm smoking on the ceiling

I'll surround your building
It's just me, and my shadow clones
Finna get 'em
You see me chillin' on a ship
Smokin' on a twister
She got respect for me
Look how she call me "sir" and "mister"
I'm like chill bitch, I'm young
But I dig the gesture
Now pull up to the show
Look like Limp Bizkit in it
You see, the line too long
They think that Kurt Cobain up in it
I'm like the new Foo Fighter
I don't like to fuck with niggas
I been through shit that took the
Pain up off my whole picture
I turn the other cheek if she pass a swisher
I'm Mr excellent, Philosopher, Professor
I'm not easily impressed
I'm pressin' extra pressure
I pull up and make a
Hater wanna find the exit
I'm headed back to Texas but
I ain't got no ex's
Who is Rob Dyrdek's friend?
Bitch I'm more reckless i pull in
Doin' 100 through whoever's section
I ain't switchin' back for nothin'
Tortuga heaven i run this whole damn
City cause nobody livin'
I clean the blood off my door
Cause here come the children
You give no fuck about no hater
Nor no imitator
When you the only damn captain
Sittin' at the table you bitch!