Pandas - Samiyam

Put a piece of prosciutto in front of the mic to stop the pops

Put a Pop Tart in front of it

Five bars for a stanza

I’m looking down on you from these trees like a gorgeous panda

While you looking like a fucking George Costanza

I hold the answer, other rappers like colon cancer

I do a show, you throw your hands up

And I’ll fold the money and roll the rubber bands up

Full clam banquet

I’m in the fine dining establishment

Wine and the best freshly caught-by-hand slabs of salmon with the perfect

parents

The side dishes are a must

When there’s five digits and plus tucked in an envelope that’s sitting on my

nuts

What?

(What?)

All the ingredients of fine dishes

Sit back and you’ll find my mind functions as exquisite as wine reduction on

Atlantic fishes

(Salmon!)

If you don’t like me, don’t let it get to be an affliction

Fact is, your sister loves me, your mom listens and grandma’s writing me

fan-fiction

I’m auspicious while you wash dishes

Girls blow me soft kisses while they’re dreaming of something that’s more

explicit

And all critics suck a long pennis

I’m standing different, while you sound like you need to sit down with someone

who will hold that little hand and listen

You’re sore and hurt, try to drag me through the floor and dirt

Just say my name, I’ll hang a chain on my Dior shirt

Put in some more work

That’s what I do