Richard

Yeah
Trice
Statik Selektah

O back around the corner
Got the crack, put in your orders
We 'bout to run up out the stores
It's notorious, the way I got big spitting stories
Bme's X-Clan, vanglorious
We're not your favorite, fuck it
You know the system and you buck it
Have you revisiting how you used to love it
A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truant in school
So its influence is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star, niggas might be right
I'm so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight
Take it back, Selektah, let 'em know it's Trice
Put your seatbelts on, we gon' ride tonight

And I would like to introduce myself, surprise, hi, it's Ike
'Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply
Of wife beaters and my Nikes on
And a white tee over that Iron Mike
Lookin' fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite
Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke
Bitch actin' like she got fuckin' higher standards than Meijer's, right
Had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin' Breyer's ice cream
With the pliers, like "Ah", only a ruthless bastard would do this
Take a toothles bitch with no tastebuds to Ruth's Chris
Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home, pick up two Big Bufords
Scrupulous, girl, you got a nice pair, but you're plumb stupid
So when I pull up in that Benz don't try to pretend you ain't interested
To impress your stupid-ass friends and refuse to get in, woman
And get slammed on the ground and snap like a pool stick against cement
If you suck of dick, pretend it's a musical instrument
You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
I can tell at first glance you're a ho 'cause your pants are so tight
When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode
So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco (oh)
Boy, I'm from Detroit city, you live in animosity
That's a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity
Look where these random thoughts get me
In senseless mind babble, "What me? Apologize?"
That's just the way the rhyme unravels
And I wouldn't fucking take it back if I time traveled

Just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
It's also Richard 'cause I feel like you should
Pry your fucking mouth up off of it, it (ha)
I said, just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out I'm a dick
When I hold my private, it's your first clue, Sherlock, prick
Just call me Richard

That's my motives, jumpin' out the Rovers
All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas
Or Minnesota, did I mention soda?
When it's mixed with the yola , watch my cup runneth over
Cut from a soldier, them ho niggas disposable toaster
Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough
Bme 'til the credits roll
'Til my condition is beyond what the medics know
They wanna edit O
Like a prosthetic third leg, let it go
This is Shady 1.0, Em let 'em know (yeah)
I still profit through the process
The prize in my jeans, my balls'll never digress
I'm a dick that I brag about (brag about)
I put it in fast and then I drag it out (drag it out)
World (world), I be your special friend, see
'Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo-penis envy, so (envy)

Just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
It's also Richard 'cause I feel like you should
Pry your fucking mouth up off of it, it (ha)
I said, just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out I'm a dick
When I hold my private, it's your first clue, Sherlock, prick
Just call me Richard