Wiz Khalifa did this to me... My Statement, to you, Sucka!

I am a kung fu ninja

Also I am a fuck you nigga

It would be tough to be bigger than my ego

Let alone the size of me though

Too good to ball 

I took it literally when they said that it was a free throw

Mad points!

I'm bout my weed though! 

Mad joints

No tobacco, boy

You wack for it

Real recognize real 

Tell me why you lookin mad foreign

This superduper steez I have I ain't ask for it
But I bet I'm big, and I grabbed more chips

Check the weed that I pass Lauren

Maybe then you'll understand the depths of what I am

And you'll you beg to hug my hand

That's if you're a first time smoker

Goin Bats man meanwhile I am Brahms Stoker

Solving the riddles never laughing at the jokers

Fumigating on the regular

All squares reveal themselves by acting rectangular

Star spangular

But no Banner

Leave the green with me, mild mannered mothafuckas can't relax 

I'm super disaster

My mouth fast, you laugh sayin' your Coupe is faster

I ask who's to be more impressive 

The ass or the master, you bastard!
All you heard is your girl's laughter

Everybody lolkatz on yo azz sir

I can haz wordz

Ab shirt 

With a thick lisp. Subtelty is the mark of a master. Moi
(As is swift kiss)

Emotions are the mark of a bitch

My dreams are to smoke weed and get hella rich on some sand with some women where the weather's like 36
I'm King, you dumb

So tell me what it really is

Who gon' sweat and drop they balls when it's a fever pitch?
That's the reason it's mine and it's not yours
Only so few fortunate have the Force
But I pray you make it to a Porsche, young lord
While me and Life get divorced