Текст песни Lil Wayne — IANAHB

I'm in the crib butt-naked, bitch,
She said, my dick could be the next black president,
Americans hate that I'm American,
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints.
Uh, I'm in the ocean gettin' shark pussy,
Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me,
Sometimes I need someone to talk to,
‘Cause I am not a human being, part two.
Gettin' paid show money for walk-throughs,
Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools,
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school,
Cash Money army veteran with my war wounds.
Uh, whatcha man doin'?
I pop his muthafuckin' top like a canned good,
And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed,
And last night I took a transformer,
And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron,
But my girl was sleepin' with Decepticons.
Money talks, man, and mine talks lecture long,
P-U-S-S-Y, my second home.
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe,
She say, “Tunechi, you the shit you need your ass wiped.”
I say, “Before you gas me up, check the gas price.”
Then I make her take this dick like advice,
She see-saw it, she suck it, and enjoy it,
I stick it in her ass like some fuckin' steroids,
Jose Canseco, make no mistake,
Like a white boy wearin' black paint, you're a fake ass nigga,
Break pads, nigga, wait,
You ain't in my weight class, nigga.
Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror,
Runnin' this shit like a faucet, Farrah,
Barra-cuda, who the fuck you are?
I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her,
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure,
Ninety billion bitches on my stick like a skewer,
That's swag.
I'm a true Blood, bitch, no fangs,
Been went pro, now I'm goin' propane.
Tell the bitch get off me! Bitch, get off me!
I got her over here blowin' me like coffee,
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated,
And I get head while it's decapitated.
Think it's a game, nigga, come play,
I'm with my killer B's, fuck bug spray.
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta,
I personally know strangers,
It's so strange but this girl named Dana like to go anal.
Shoot ‘em in his head, what's that? A no brainer.
Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm,
I wear my heart on my sleeve, so don't be breakin' my arm,
I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm.
I dream to meet a serial killers that'll brin' me alone wit ‘em,
I gotta hit ‘em like redbones with long hair,
Fuck with me, ya ass is grass, get a lawn chair.
I was fuckin' before my dick started growin' hair,
Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer or warm air.
Man, nuts and bananas,
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble,
No rubber, I just fucked this piano, nigga!
Lil.
Do you?
Turn it up!
Hello world.
As I always say,
I
Am not
A human being.
Tune.