They Call Me the Shocker!

Yo, they call me da Shocker
Why?
'Cause I gots my hummer paid for
by my clients in their walkers
I am da Big Daddy
and papa know best
Work your 80 hours bitch
Then die like the rest

Developmental disabilities
racks me up the dead presidents
Sheeeit don't y'all be illin' these
Or you ain't down wit common sense

Don't you even fuckin' test me
'Cause I need a damn 757 boeing
To haul the gold-gold paid me by the coun-tee
Back to my ten acres crib
wit my clients out mowing

Bitches don't even turn your backs
'Cause I'll rob your asses blind
Even while thinkin' bout yer booty
and workin hard to mac

Oh shit, y'alls think I ain't a playa?
When I'm at my desk
Staring at your breast
My dreamy eyes are blessed
And I end up making Christian Slater
Look like a swamp lovin' alligator

But don't think I'm a hater
I pray to God every day
To save the sorry souls
Of the fuckin' heathens who I pay

Now listen close jack
'Cause thats an interesting point
I make bank for the Man Upstairs
He said son, "screw them dawgs
Use your thug ways, blow the damn joint"

And when the Lord JC
compared a rich man to a camel
He din't mean me
The Big Boss knows I ain't lost
'Cause a prosperous Christian
Is a superior mammal