Vietnam - Mickey Factz

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bumble bee

Can’t back down, success is right in front of me

Utterly the best, these cats are under me

Got no guests, still I got companies

Got chicks bugging me, sorry ma gotta go

Adios, binoculars on for the pot of gold

Mad clothes, stopped shopping a long time ago

Throwing dough in the air like I work for Dominoes

Bank account trying to get mad zeroes

Hanging out with Trav from the Gym Class Heroes

Now I got fans in Thailand

Outta arms length when I did Arms Race with the rock band

Since I worked with Wayne and Kanye

All the dames been giving me brain to Sade

I’m a giant trying to change my name to Andre

No games, I’m a go get a plane in Bombay

Learned my roots, I burn the booth

I’m the male version of Sojourner Truth

I do this for y’all, my words can boost

The minorities to reverse the noose you can’t lynch me

You ain’t gotta convince me

I’m having the same dream as Martin, don’t pinch me

You can’t bench me, I’m still in the game

Mickey Jordan on a frenzy, killing the lane

I’m about to crash the market

All in the scope of Assassin’s targets

Flashback was awesome

A million fish in the sea, come to me if you want to hear a rapping dolphin

Right now im feeling like Aladdin soaring

On a magic carpet with the Pharaoh’s daughter

In a Whole New World I’m a master talking

Trying to get buried in a Platinum coffin

Is it wrong for these girls to have abortions

If they saved the life of a bastard orphan (hmm…)

With that being said, thank you Loretta for not killing your eggs

Can’t get mad when you say get a job

She don’t know she about to be living large

She’s gonna get a crib bigger than the pentagon

With a new church that’s bigger than a synagogue

Cream

Straight from Minotaur

Walk in, make a Star Scream like Megatron (ahhh!!!)

Yes I’m a real threat

Walk red carpets with no deal yet

One half of my life is just like real sex

The other half is me getting real fresh

Closet full of shit that I ain’t wear yet

So I’m gonna do me til ain’t no air left (haaa)

Now that that’s outta my system

I want all of y’all to listen

Nothing against Hilary Clinton

But Obama’s about to be winning

I respect his message

I hope he gets the best protection during the next election but

I hope I never get arrested

I hope I ain’t the kid the pigs selecting

I can’t imagine how cuffs be on

I don’t even put cuff links on, I swear somethings wrong

The game’s crowded, everybody’s a rapper

I feel like Waldo with a rugby on

Come find me, don’t confine me

I’m like a caveman, why they gotta remind me?

I really guess cause they hate I’m here

So I take pride when they say I’m weird

Cause once they get a whiff and my name out there

They’re gonna say «What a great idea» yea

I know they dis me but

I don’t care if they go against me

I need to get dough to get me past Oprah Winfrey

Til then, please don’t forget me

These type of songs that I’m writing for

Get felt like cyberporn on Microsoft

(boop, boop, boop) Making sure the mic is on

If not, let’s rewind the song

Float like a butterfly

Sting like a bumblebee

Don’t tell me what you got or what you’re gonna be

Don’t tell me that you’re hot when you’re summer’s eve

You belong in some female Dungarees

Fuckface, your mouth needs some duct tape

Blood full of Kool-Aid, heart made of cupcakes

I’m in the back with a Barbie heifer

Cigar in my mouth, Maserati stretcher

PRPS and Nakazi sweater

Garbus wristwatch and the Fonzi leather

The girl that I’m with, I probably drenched her

And if you saw her, you’d probably sweat her

I bone chicks with hips and dope tits so

If you know any girls that don’t bitch dont

Give a damn and they don’t throw fits then

They can sit on top of my gold dick (Gold Dick?)

That’s right I have a gold dick

It’ll make a stomach light when it goes stiff

I ain’t fiending for a deal, I just want more chips

They send in cards for a deal, so go fish

Why is it that there’s people so rich when

We have a population homeless, shit

They won’t keep me under

Cause I use the eyes of Stevie Wonder

In my Key of life I can’t forget Saint

We won’t ever fall off like some champagne

Me and Steve argue just to get shit straight

He listens cause he thinks I spit great

My man Nakim, me and him be wilding

And without Kwas I would not be styling

P-P-P-Precise, give me one year trust me

I guarantee that our life will be comfy

Get in or leave, or please just keep snoring

Shit’s about to really change or transform

GFC is in a war, get ready for Vietnam