You can say hello to Mr. Crispy
I'm the Waykin Bakaman I wake and bake and quickly
I'm here to introduce a dude who's over 60
Old man's throat can't sing from the spliff but he wise
/ Blood red knowledge in his eyes
But he doesn't like the government curse the compromise
And he keep the fire burn, yeah he kind of fireflies
So I'm here to do the smoke it up and improvise
Smoke it up and improvise, smoke it up and improvise
Smoka smoke it up and improvise
(Smokasmokasmokasmokasmokaaaaaa)
I'm a cynic oughta put me in a clinicI'm a democratic denigrator any way you spin itAnd I'm proud / Proud to be as vocal and as loudIn the age of information in the acid rain cloudLet it drop / hopefully contaminate the cropOf the generation excess money sex flopA disgrace / Mister Crispy wrinkles on my faceIf my word is my bond, then I smoke it up and improvise
It up and improvise, smoke it up and improviseSmoka smoke it up and improvise
(Smokasmokasmokasmokasmokaaaaaa)
Innovative I'm an integrative native
With an overstated sense of being hated
And a double jointed jaw / I'm the unappointed Minister of Law
I'm a hollow pointed bullet hitting in your pinafore
Smoking hot / Hotter than a shot of dragon snot
I got a tale as long as Camelot, I'm out of camera shot
I'm puffin blaze / Criminal in minimalist ways
I'm an infidel to your subliminal the second wave
No the first / Set the tongue to semi-auto burst
I got an itchy trigger finger and a cursor with a curse
Never joke / Trembling with every word I spoke
All I got to do is improvise let me smoke
Can say hello to Mr. CrispyI'm the Waykin Bakaman I wake and bake and quicklyYou can say hello to SoundproofDrop that beat it's time to get looseCome on!