Chorus:      Vrs1: uh, on a scale on one to ten what you rate yourself   here’s some champaign hydrate yourself   i know im looking good you looking great yourself   i mean shittin on these bitches you should hate yourself   my style so cold i could skate myself   but i go so hard i can make it melt   i mean the flow so solar every bar   can power an eletctric car   my my my whips is side by side   hes just talking, mines outside   do you mind if i take ya on a test,   do you have all wheel drive?   and if that baby purr i goin to baby her   bitches gon hate and maybe worse   cuz your ice so burr,    i copped ya a baby furr   this da word,   i know u was unperpared (unprepared)   this is a whole new arena   see niggas come bout talking bout they make it rain   i make dat bitch katrina   mister kanye omari    wit my entourage no ari   in a motorcyle jacket no harley   she said dude thats cool, gnarly      Chorus:      Vrs2:Twista where you at abracadabra, did he vanish   Hurry up and come out   But I ain’t want to panic   I say that I’m in the zone   But they don’t understand it   Physically I’m here but mentally I’m on another planet   And it only kinda made ‘em look at me like I was stupider   Now they askin’ which planet, is it Jupiter?   So I let the money show ’cause I know stacks could talk   I’m mackin’ on bitches with my intergalactic thoughts   In my Mercedes Benz   Pull up on a chick and holla at her and her lady friends   Like as rich as an Arabian   I’m kickin’ pure flows   Euros they pay me in   For what I put together in the dungeon   I’m lookin’ for a UK chick with a nice onion   Never beat it up like Paul Bunyan   And I can’t believe they let an American werewolf in London   Especially when drinking Gs with a tonic   Steady be trippin’ while smokin’ on the hydroponic   When I spit it like this they be callin’ me bionic   Kanye with the Twist, nigga, how ironic   And I’m astonished haters don’t wanna see me on   They wanna know how Twista get the easy dome   Swag off the chain, 23s be chrome   Artful Dodgers with the Yeezys on   Gone      Chorus:      I’m blowin’ on flame but yours is all white   And I’ma pull up in the Bentley all white   Step up in the club with nothing but all dykes   Sippin’ on some Louis and partyin’ all night   Phony-ass people, I don’t feel they demeanor   So I hop in the rocket and go and chill over Venus   One of rap’s heroes, who came from zero   Makin’ something out of nothing, call me Gilbert Arenas   Now I’m fuckin’ with divas that rock the stadiums   Blow my brains back ’til my face be numb   I am the shit: It don’t make me numb   Rockin’ wit a swagger like I got an eight-feet gun   And my flow be colossal ’cause I spit the impossible   Whether with rhythm or any tibble (?) I can do   See through a prism when I conquer an obstacle   And always get money no matter how illogical   I follow through because, uh      Chorus