Bushwalla - Acoustic Rhymer

How do I explain that I must entertain to be deranged on the stage
is like a thousand octane
i'm burnin cells in the brain
And you must do the same and you mustn't complain
Though your hair never changes
cause everybody's rain falls down

And you got to get up with the punch
Get your breakfast and lunch
and for dinner, a half a side of sin and now

If you ask who I am I be Bush W. the white rap man
The acoustic rhyme-er, and I get much higher, than you

Formerly pain, and my life is a strange
With the pop and lock chain
And my pants stay stained
And another missed hits
With a thing like this
A love without a miss
Tune in the titty twist
And that's right I just said "titty!"

I'm banging it up that's me
Double what? That's me!
If you ask who I am I be BushW. The white rap man
The acoustic rhyme-er, and I never tire, of taking vitamin ME
(It's "Me Time" Bitch!)

Baby, Baby, Baby Oh you're my sugar baby
Baby, Baby, Baby Oh you're my little baby

Now that I'm done, with new song song
With the lyrics on the run
And the lyrical a-pun
I feel another with a bun
And my breaks are nearly done
Now I'm rap? with the chumps
Just a brain all numb
And hey all out there, I love you!

Cause I'm the Original gangster from Cleveland (OHIO)
And I, well I'm self proclaimed

If you ask who I am I be Bush W. the white rap man
The acoustic rhyme-er, and I'm feeling fly-er, along with you
Baby,Baby, Baby Oh your my sugar baby
Baby,Baby, Baby Oh your my little baby