So I Says - Soul Khan

Doctor, doctor, give me the news

I’m a hostage, hostage to women and booze

And my posture’s awkward from getting abused

By these gods and monsters that spit in my food

I don’t care about the numbers that you gon' do

This is music, motherfucker, not sudoku

They say that life’s a bitch like Cujo’s boo

So I have her in the kitchen mixing culo stew

And I dare you to test-drive these two old shoes

Every minute there’s some shit I’ve got to sumo through

On some Yokozuna to these no-show losers

Like a Tone Loc tune, i’m gonna lose my cool

And I’ve been up and down this U.S. of A-holes

And given each one a different reason to hate Soul

You thought it was trans fats or maybe the NASDAQ

Nah, it’s an honest man making your hands clap

«Nothin'

You say»

(Repeats x4)

Now for my next trick I will remove my limbs

And make them levitate through the use of hymns

I’ll have them pour me out a cup of juice and gin

And let them loose to execute their ruthless whims

On the Disney imagery that we’ve known

Give me liberty or give me dome

That ain’t fair (Why?) Cause I need both

I heard freedom’s fly, but she don’t deepthroat

But is it chauvinism if I just blow my wisdom

In the throat of women that I support?

and listen

It ain’t like a little protein shake

Is gonna do shit to flip Roe v. Wade

(So whatcha want, Soul?) Thick thighs on the pole

(So whatcha want, Soul?) A little self control

(So whatcha want, Soul?) No more Sean Bells

And my name up in flames, S-O-U-L