Can i try my hand at this? Here goes: [intro] Young Money Ya Digg Yeah Mac I'm going in [Verse 1] A Millionaire, I'm a Young Money Millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career Just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease Like a menstrual bleed Threw the pencil it leak On the sheet of the tablet in my mind Cause I don't write **** Cause I ain't got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours Go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power Of that chit cha cha chopper Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter Father ********** copper Got da maserati dancin On the bridge ***** poppin Tell the coppers Hahaha you can't catch Em You can't stop Em I go by them goon rules If you can't beat Em Then you bop Em You can't man Em Then you mop Em You can't stand Em Then you drop Em You pop Em Cause we pop Em Like Orville Redenbacher [Verse 2] ********** I'm Ill Yeah A Million here A Million there Sicilian ***** with long hair With coke in her derriere Like smokin the thinest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin them crackers see me Like look at that bastard Weezy He's a beast He's a dog He's a ***********' problem Ok your a goon But what's a goon to a goblin Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin' On some ****** ******** Call em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want ***** Call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private Damn I hate a shy ***** Don't you hate a shy ***** Yeah I ate a shy ***** She ain't shy no more She changed her name to My ***** Yea ***** that's my ***** So when she ask for the Money When you through Don't be surprised ***** And it ain't trickin if you got it But you like a ***** with no a s s You ain't got **** ********** I'm Ill, not sick And I'm ok but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my glock sick And my knot thick I'm it ********** I'm Ill... The Cubs disappointed me in the postseason. [Verse 3] See They say I'm rappin like BIG Jay And Tupac Andre 3000 Where is Erykah Badu at Who that Who that said they gon beat Lil Wayne My name ain't Bic But I keep that flame man Who that one that do that boy Ya knew that, chew that, Swallow And I be the **** Now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin flowers Then to be in the penn sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden And don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy I got so many ******* Like I'm Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani Said she couldn't doubt me ********** I say life Ain't **** without me Chrome lips pokin out The coupe like it's poutin I do what I do and you do What you can do about it ***** I can turn a crack rock Into a mountian Dare me Don't you compare me Cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm Illi [Outro] C3 3Peat Hmhmhm I think that's a hit! And it's current; seriously, Huey Lewis and the News? The Rolling Stones? You guys are old and white! You'll never get a teenage demographic with those songs. Sorry about all the "*" but I'm trying to respect board rules and get airplay on "106 and Park". Somebody alert Weird Al, there's a new master of song parodies. Young Money!