It's Peter
Pete Sparks
It's P-Dank
Smoked It All 2
Uh, and maybe you feel the same
I would rather Nathaniel Hawthorne than Lil' Wayne
Either way I'll be that next one, no question
I got no time for champagne or a chest-bump, son
The world we're livin' in is quite depressing
'Cause my daughter's only 2, but she's talkin bout texting
And I'll be stressing when she's thinkin bout sex and
Socks off, beer gut, on the couch watchin wrestling
And these times are darker than coal mines
All the countries got beef like imported bovine
This way to Armageddon, read the road signs
But I got 'em crackin up, I'm honest to a fault line
I promise, no fibs when the kids on it, runnin with it
Like a population runnin from a comet
You know who it is, C-Dog on the bonnet
He who never moves slow like plate tectonics
In fact, some cats might think I'm just a blur
A fictitious figure, tall tale of the birds
I'm movin so fast, they're sittin on the curb
I'm at a speed that these fleas never seen, so superb
And YouTube views up a couple mil and that's sweet
But Pete won't stop til I'm known for my skills with the quill
Dollar bills won't quell that desire to build
I'm perspiring still
So I spew Kung Fu for you, and every bitch you wish you didn't hit
On the list of bitches ran through
I usually don't say 'bitch' so much, I'm polite
But I grew up on rap music and watchin my parents fight, bitch
P-Dank
That's all