[Hook, x2]:

Armagnac with the Parma ham
Red and white Jag drop, call it farmer's tan
(I got 'em like)
"Don't harm us, damn!"
A rapper can't scare me, but my karma can


You're observing the habits of a
Dirty ermine-having, nerdy abbot
And word is that I'm maxing with the Persian cat
And having Irma nab a certain bastard who'd prefer to have me perma-napping...
(You eating good?)
Call me Alton
Rocking furs like the Baltic
Hearse with the vaults in it, all tinted
Silver straw, sipping on malteds
(Malteds?)
Halt it if y'all ain't exalting him right
The welter weight Walter White came to alter your mic
So don't falter, make a call to your wife and work your will out
I don't name a rapper's name, I just send a bill out
I don't rap for fame, that could take the thrill out
Patinated at the matinee with my grill out
Had to shake the krill out...
Man, don't make me take the quill out

[Hook x 2]

I touched polyester once, and it turned woolen after
(One time!)
My turnbacks are Turnbull & Asser
I could reach into a wormhole and back
If you're reaching for that burn, pull it faster
Jurassic amber on the handle of the blaster
Folding Cambozola, hands a mandoline disaster...
Hollow panels in the Jag, opps got me looking backward
Rast & Gasser flashing, my macassar Madagascan
Dick Dastardly, I'll have a bastard bashed in with the hatchet quick
Casper with the cash and shit
Basking on the Caspian, lavish with the fashion tip
Had to give a dap to my Rapidograph
Tapped the Ashton from the back of a giraffe
I mourned Sebastian Horsley when he passed
Orchids by the forklift, Porsches with the glass

[Hook x 2]

Yeah, you know what I'm talking about, baby,
Deep in an Andean mineshaft.
Garnets the size of fucking grapefruits.
They finally came for that samovar, man.
Had to hit them with the beat clap.
That Jurassic amber.
Yo, Pot Man,
Where's the Jag?
it's time for a victory lap.