Mr. B - Mr B 'Til Infinity

Aw yeah baby
Mr. B 'Til Infinity
'94 and beyond
Check it, yo, yo, uh

There ain't no stoppin' us
That is preposterous
My hypothesis is that I'll B prosperous
I speak with confidence, never monotonous
Mr. B and creativity are synonymous
I'm known worldwide like the game of soccer
It's no shocker that I'm about to prosper
Cuz I'm all that and I'm only getting hotter
Amanda Bynes "bring in the dancing lobsters!"
Yo, Barack Obama please stop the drama
This taco lasagna was made by your mama
She did it sloppily, improperly, chaotically
Kinda like what you let happen to the economy
My dad's from Wyoming, it's close to Montana
What happened to Miley? I kind of miss Hannah
My bed is a racecar, my phone's a banana
20 years old and I still believe in Santa
Ha, there's no stoppin' me, not even probably
When I say I want it all I'm talking monopoly
I do this constantly, unconsciously
But honestly Barnabee, that's just how it's gotta B
Yo, you speak belligerent and frankly I'm sick of it
You and I are too different to B equivalent
So hold your tongue cuz you're not permitted
My enemies stay timid cuz my way with words stays wicked

And that's just how it goes
Yeah, yeah that's just how it goes
Ha, yeah you already know
Mr B baby, that's just how it goes, yo!

It's very useful using my noodle
Mixing these words and entertaining my pupils
I rock shows and that's just being truthful
Don't believe me? Then just look me up on Google
Ha, flip the pages my life is outrageous
I once showed my tit to a Waffle House waitress (Yo, what?)
My predicament is overly magnificent
When you say you're limitless that's illegitimate
Peep the certificate, people stay ignorant
If I'm gonna start it then I'm gon' fucking finish it
Yo I write prolific and I dream specific, optimistic
Very scientific man I'm writing just like hieroglyphics
I'm in the backseat of a taxi
Running laps round my competition kinda like a track meet
If you gotta ask me, I got the whole package
With the skills to back it, attractive like a magnet
Yo I'm bout to finish this
Rippin' thru your ligaments
Everything you just said to me was insignificant
Truth's hard to swallow like a spoon of cinnamon
I just rhymed this whole song all by coincidence
That's it

And that's just how it goes
Yeah, yeah that's just how it goes
Ha, yeah you already know
Mr. B baby, that's just how it goes, yo!

Written by:
BLAKE ROBERT MANKIN

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