Hey Hey, T-Swizzle 
T-Pizzle 
Im like eight foot fo, blonde hair to the floor
You shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore
No I aint got a gun, no I never really been in a club
Still live with my parents, but Im still a thug
Im so gangster, you can find me baking cookies at night
You out clubbing but I just made caramel delights
T-Swift and T-Pain rapping on the same track
Its a thug story, tell me can you handle that?
I had a dream last night
I had high top Nikes
I had diamonds in my mouth
And diamonds on my mic
By the time I woke I was singing
Im on a boat, whoa oh-oh
Cause Im a singer turned rapper
Shorty Im a make ya
Straight to the top, yo
Shorty Im a take ya
You can call me T-Sweezy
Now Im a rap star
Hey, Its a thug story
Now tell em who you are
Singer turned gangster
You dont want to fight me
Straight to the top
In my extra small white tee
T-Swift and T-Pain all up on the same track
Its a thug story now can you get with that?
What? What? I knit sweaters, yo!
What? What? Dont test me !
Hey, hold on...
Hold on, I didnt even say anything
I didnt even s-
What?
I said Yo
Yup
You guys bleeped me and I didnt even say anything
I didnt even swear
She didnt, she didn- she didnt even swear
Hello? Ugh!