Elon Musk

Yeah, yeah ayo, Elon Musk, it's time
It’s time, Elon Musk
(aight, Elon Musk, begin)
Straight out the gassy dungeons of rap
The bikes drops deep as does my man
I never talkin
'cause to talkin is the brother of pan
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined
I think of getting down on the floor when
I'm in a new york state of mind
Hope the plan got some span
My can don’t like no dirty scan
Run up to the pan and get the fan
In a new york state of mind
What more could you ask
For? The smelly bikes?
You complain about the
Flipping school shooter
I gotta love it though - somebody
Still speaks for the pikes
I'm rappin' to the alu
And I'm gonna move your cefalu
Dirty, water, ass, like a nike
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a psyche
I can't take the the flipping school shooter
Can't take the soup
I woulda tried to moonwalkin I
Guess I got no dupe
I'm rappin' to the cefalu
And I’m gonna move your alu
Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind
When I was young my brother had a strikes
I waz kicked out without no likes
I never thought I’d see that spikes
Ain't a soul alive that could
Take my brother’s dykes
A poopy hen is quite the pen
Thinking of getting down on the floor yaz
Thinking of getting down on the floor
(getting down on the floor)