What Am I - The Doppelgangaz

Ayo pardon my troop starving for shark fin soup with jargon to boot

In a secret garden astute

Starting with the part in his toup (short for toupee)

And the carton of goop

Getting down to the root

Doppel reeking like shit

Beeper on the hip dip to Central Islip

Visa for your trip, anesthesia for that slit

Pick and choose how you want to

Dopp sing the blues unenthused by the genre

A cloaked out prima donna

Hitting up Daygo then to Tijuana

Pale with a stance thats ill

Went to jail for selling a male enhancement pill

Notice from a glance that his pants are twill

Looking for romance but the chance is nil

Yo Yo What Am I

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Yo he afraid that the answer isn’t cut and dry

No draws with the wide open button fly

A glutton stealing the last piece of mutton pie

There’s always something to deny

A lady of the night said he’s known to bust a nut and cry

No lie he was itching at his stye

He known to change his story up switching alibis

In the kitchen with my nigga Malechi

Damn kid we in dire need

We both responsible to feed a whole entire creed

And all we got is some papaya seeds and Jeremiah Weed

Most of his attire’s tweed

Down to put in work like a horse of the shire breed

By necessity instead of greed

At the renaissance fair nigga down to steal a squire’s mead

Yo Yo What Am I

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