Philosopher's Throne - Xavier Wulf

I pull off with my nigga finna throw a fit

I pull up on a bitch, I don’t say shit, she gettin' in

But I had to kick her out cuz I ain’t tell her ass to get in

I embarrass her in front of her little friends

You see, I do a lot of shit now just because I can

I could kill a man with my bare fuckin' hands

And I don’t need a gun to fuckin' help with my defense

You play with me, I’ll hang 'em up on the front fence

Leave it up to me, I’m Terrortuga Man, the prince

And I don’t give a fuck about nothing but a spliff

You switch it back to us, my whole squad smokin' ghost dust shit

Couldn’t pull my damn blunt with a tow truck

Leave it up to me, I smoke the whole thing, one puff, I had enough

I ain’t finna mingle with no fuck boy

Which one Imma hit first when I come for 'em?

Can’t sit back, bitch I’m trynna go and look for 'em

Squad said to chill man, them little niggas ain’t that important

I said yea, you right my boy, now it’s time to get to smoking

See me on a mountain looking out, I’m cold as Nova Scotia

You can sip some lean, little bitch, I drink my own potion

All these little niggas don’t even know where they goin'

I trip a fool so easily cuz he don’t know what he doin'

I make a make a new tag and lay it up on you prick niggas

Don’t come asking me about shit, I don’t talk about nothin', nigga

I think I’ve seen too much, I’m trapped inside a trip, nigga

Now I be zoning in and zoning out until I see the children

Now I feel a little better, I’m smoking on the ceiling

I’m like Mifune I ain’t puny

I’ll surround your building

It’s just me, and my shadow clones, finna get 'em

You see me chillin' on a ship, smokin' on a twister

She got respect for me, look how she call me «sir» and «mister»

I’m like chill bitch, I’m young, but I dig the gesture

Now pull up to the show, look like Limp Bizkit in it

You see, the line too long, they think that Kurt Cobain up in it

I’m like the new Foo Fighter, I don’t like to fuck with niggas

I been through shit that took the pain up off my whole picture

I turn the other cheek if she pass a swisher

I’m Mr. Excellent, Philosopher, Professor

I’m not easily impressed, I’m pressin' extra pressure

I pull up and make a hater wanna find the exit

I’m headed back to Texas but I ain’t got no ex’s

Who is Rob Dyrdek’s friend?

Bitch I’m more reckless

I pull in, doin' 100 through whoever’s section

I ain’t switchin' back for nothin', Tortuga heaven

I run this whole damn city cuz nobody livin'

I clean the blood off my door, cuz here come the children

You give no fuck about no hater, nor no imitator

When you the only damn captain sittin' at the table

You bitch!