My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt
My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.
Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap
Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day
But fuck it, i'mma break loose, celebrate the hulks birthday?
I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime
Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime
Now you buying birthday presents
On the slow jam of love
Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/
Cause i ain't really care what the rest say
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,
What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day
Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,
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