Last call, it won't cost you anything
Say I won't rock Fubu, sucka
I don't do what you do, sucka
Hdddddd like I'm Chewbacca
Hdddddd like I'm Chewbacca
Last call, it won't cost you anything
Yo, I might just throw a Buddha round my necklace
They think paisano's wylin, that boy reckless
Cuz erryboy rockin Jesus pieces
I'm just doin what y'all doin, wearing stuff I don't believe in
You don't need skill for new rap
Takin them selfies, girl why would you do that?
You know it's whack, and I do not approve that
I said rewind I don't mean where the booze at
I'm talkin an offer you just can't refuse that
On a, swag, boat, on the countdown
You can walk the plank for the yapping
Last call, it won't cost you anything
[Intro to Verse 3: Marty]
Hey yo, rappers carry my mother's groceries, dog
Thirty chains around my neck
I got em like what's next?
I'm gonna be like an acappella
Social Club be them good fellas
Only good cause He met us
I'm a big mess, and couldn't be better
Annnnnh, whatever, whatever I'm wylin!
It's the 116 and the Misfits, and we wylin
Hey, yo, put my mom on the guest list
I'm so awkward it's impressive
Girl's like who the heck's this
You're kinda weird, but I respect it
I'm just young, Italian, and reckless, and we wylin!
Last call, it won't cost you anything
Listen, under normal circumstances
When someone's running their piehole
Just give 'em a good smack to the face
But I don't handle things the way I used to
I am a Christian boy now, you understand? Capicé?
Listen, you keep on running your piehole
And I'm gonna take you over to my grandmother's house
She'll have the [insert Italian food?]
We'll have a real good time
When you can't eat anymore
We'll have 'er open up the fridge
And feeding you and feeding you
Then I'm gonna drive you home
Throw you in the bathroom, lock the door
And burn every piece of toilet paper you own
God bless you and your family