I Am Not A Human Being - Lil Wayne

Uhh, pussy for lunch

Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha

Yeah, kush in the blunts

I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk

I don’t know why they keep playing, they better re-plan

I’m giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland

Together we stand, and fall on y’all

Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball

These dames ain’t shit, Young Money is

I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers

Come through, coupe same color as veneers

And you know I’m riding with the toast, cheers

Yeah, now I’m back on my grizz

And y’all’s a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid

Shit, fuck with me and get hid

I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids

Just do it?

My nigga, I just did

Ain’t a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig

You dig?

This here, this big biz

And I scream, «Fuck it!»

Whoever it is

I am the rhyming oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won’t waste it

I got my foot on the line, I’m not racing

I thank God that I am not basic

Oww!

I-I am not basic

I-I-I, am-am not a human being!

Uhh, rockstar baby

Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby

Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy

That’s that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese

Heater close range, cause people are strange

But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained

You can’t see Weezy nor Wayne, I’m in the far lane

I’m running this shit, hundred yard gain

Uhh, swag on infinity

I’m killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy

Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories

Father forgive me for my brash delivery

I-I-I would try you, I wouldn’t lie dude

I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued

Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food

Y’all can’t see us, like the bride’s shoes

I stand tall like I’m motherfucking 9'2″

I scream «Motherfuck you and whoever designed you!»

And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to

And we don’t die, we multiply, and then we come divide you

I am the rhyming oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won’t waste it

I got my foot on the line, I’m not racing

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not basic

I-I am not basic

I thank God that I am not basic

I-I-I, am-am not a human being!

Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world

Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl

Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl

Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls

Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock

And if this ain’t hip-hop, it must be knee-hop

I’m higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop

I still get my candy from your girlfriend’s sweet shop

Spitting that heat rock, I’m smooth, not Pete Rock

And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots

Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops

You better run motherfucker, cause we not

You better run 'til your feet stop

You ain’t even a fucking alphabet in my teapot

Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top

And even if I let go, I still won’t d-rop

I am the rhyming oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won’t waste it

I got my foot on the line, I’m not racing

I thank God that I am not basic

I-I-I-I, I, I am not

I-I-I, am-am not a human being