Lil Wayne: I Can't Feel My Face

hard body muthafuka got a heart of a killayoung guard in the building bouta start a religionbouta call Bin Laden up and order some misslesbring them straight to your block and go to war with you bitchesif u hit th head been to read falin positionshoot a nigga from on his porch and make him fall in his kitchencop the big boy porche with all the specificsand I keep that torch baby call me olympicsreally white blue pill flippin skills like gymnistsand never give bitch money blood or kidneyswhen the gun goes plow I be at the finishwith the medal around my neck autograpghed from my -------the land of the murder dough crack and syringespull up on ya in the coupehow fat is your enginenever talk to those that sat on the benchesboy, I was in the game on 4th and inchesthese niggas want the businessima give these boys the businessshe fukin witht he boy that to time before christmasgot all these ho's trippin, got al these ho's drippin, and we aint PSC but these bitches know we tippinI just bought a pint and aint of yall sippinmake my friends buy they own, fuck em I'm tired of being friendlyI aint gotta lie I'm just tryin to be with mebitches up in heaven waitin on me to die to be with meI'm crazy for being wayne,no is wayne just crazy, I've been around I'm still around like the geicko cavemenhairpin trigga know I won't shave itI spot hip hop in the ocean I'm gon save itthe south is so dirty bitch u can't bathe itholly grove dog and I feel like matinbaby girl ur pussy lookin so vacantand its fuck you and fuck Georgia bush not makin, fuck waist deep I'm in over my headbut its cool ima make it, I'm good like makinur girl wants me to come round like reganur boyfriend is softer than the cartin the eggs in,I don't fear nothing but god and weddingsat the top of my paper like I'm startin a headingmy homie santana yea that's my aceyou may know us as I can't feel my face(verse 2)see they don't know where I came frombut they know where I'm goin and ill tell ujust how the top feels when I'm onin the game I'm no cheetah, ima tiger, ima cougar, ima panther, ima bingo, ocho cincoI'm illie shirts softer than gillie, in a pair of gucci flops feelin free-er than wilie, when them niggas left I gotta little but chillybut I just let it burn like the end of the phillyweezy