NUNCHUCKS

Hah, i'm suiting up, pocketing my nunchucks

I kick ass like a bum fuck, a dump truck

I looked in the mirror saw a king, not a singer

But it don't stop 'em screaming my name, a true sinner

Well i didn't get dunked as a young lad

Yhank god those leather hands never touched my cheeks

Grandad, it was launchpad, my whole life around women

Now one ain't enough, nah i'm Nicole kidding

Bitch, ya sea sick on ya Tom Cruise

Wash it down a glass of red, a likkle gin and juice

I'm ya captain, no more reaction