Not What I Am - Sage Francis

Fuck this sage francis faggot shit

Is this hip hop or a starbucks coffee shop

This is xaul zan, I’ll show you how I do it in my neck of the woods

It’s like…

You don’t have to write a poem

I guess I just hate MCs who act like they’re groggy

Grab the microphone

And resuscitate the life of the party

I got a right to be cocky

The girlies want me bad

Throw my blows and hockey dads give me herpes

I’ll be mad

You turkeys lolly-gag, emitting the worst stench

I got your mommy gagged

And she’s sitting on my workbench

Handed her a wrench

I let her work my nuts a bit

To have her thirst quenched

Yeah I let her take another sip

For the fuck of it I freaked the funk on 45s

Silly suckers think I’ll sit just listening to all their jive

I’m the sort of guy to cook your family fix for dinner

I’ll make your daughter cry when she wakes up

With some fingers in her

Listen to lynyrd skinner

I’ll sell your pretty heart

Now let’s tittyfuck while I get naked like iggy pop

She sees my mini-cock

She wants no small man

Runnin around the city block, yellin out…

It’s Xaul Zan!

I sip from a tall can and take big gulps

The dodgeball champ, I’m the reason why your kid sulks

Feeding the shit out adults

Ripping the deeds to your house

And I’ma fuck you in your face till you bleed out your mouth

Smooth, not what I am

Rough… Xaul Zan

Smooth, not what I am

Rough… Xaul Zan