1st Hook: Fuck around in my house/ don't expect my blessing/ cuz' all my best friends are killers/ and they all love and respect me// It probably started as clownin' but now it's clout that I'm reppin'/ I go by:
(Rocket)
Se llama Cohete!
Bustin' out a smart mouth/ It might just upset me/ cuz' all my best friends are killers/ and they would love to defend me// Hell-fuckin'-yeah I'll take a drug test/ what drugs are we testing??/ Label mine:
(Rocket)
Se llama Cohete!
V1: Methylcathanone is the catalyst for the path I'm on/ Genius is touched with madness, the latter is all that matters now/ outta sight, outta adderall/ How else could I do algebra?/ Actin' out; actually adolescence was where its at/ in fact//// The admins would ask "why"/ I'd tell em' "Cuz I never had a mom after 10"/ which is when I tapped in to an act called jackin' off// Dad and I never had the talk/ Never heard of no birds and bees/ the world of perversion preferred working within suburban "me"//// Mom was working pharma for Merck/ flirtin'/ so everything that I learned emerged from the television/ it didn't hurt// shit it HELD me/ its divergent beam/ would tell me "everything will be well" with a static pattern/ My dad was like, "Hell that works for ME"//// At my worst I can be monstrous and cold for no reason/ But even then I push for honesty/ not with Burns, but with Steven// That's the difference between them and me/ The enemy is said to be sending their best-dressed/ but what's sexier than integrity?////
Fuck around and find out, I'm not what you're guessing/ The bitches all call me "daddy", the homies all call me "Jefe"// I call my cock Mr. Miyagi but to you he's just "sensei" and call me:
(Rocket)
Se llama Cohete!
Bustin' out a smart mouth/ It might just upset me/ cuz' all my best friends are killers/ and they would love to defend me// Hell-fuckin'-yeah I'll take a drug test/ what drugs are we testing??/ Label mine:
(Rocket)
Se llama Cohete!
V2: Give me too much credit, I'll spend it just for the rush/ cuz I'm half of ten/ the other half has manifested a bunch// I turn stacks of cash into ash/ I turn snatch and ass into lunch/ Abandon class at a bitch as bad as this chick that I'm after at your own risk////And after she grins and laughs at your dick and asks, "Is that it?" I'll sit back and watch your manhood and vanity crushed//Monarchs in my abdomen/ anxiety poppin'/ we got like, five things in common, and I fantasize often////I think I might believe in fate/ which is why I can be so patient/Plus it seems that this lady's pearly gate has a reputation// They like basjeads in the late 80's, the men who she's graced with its presence/ Those who went crazy off that amazing trim are too great to mention//// It used to be the version of me sinnin' was Charlie/ but my only transgression was this damn obsession with Harlee//Feels I've waited an eternity playing into discourtesy/ Crime pays, but who pays Kreim?/ It's time these bitches heard of me////
Someone call a time out/ what game did the ref see?
For lent I gave up my lovense and sayin' "Heaven's to Betsy"
I drop that Viennese oyster on bitches (yes it's a sex thing)
They yellin':
(Rocket)
Se llama Cohete!
Fuck around in my house/ don't expect my blessing/ cuz' all my best friends are killers/ and they all love and respect me// It probably started as clownin' but now it's clout that I'm reppin'/ I go by:
(Rocket)
Se llama Cohete!
