"Bart Simpson Freestyle" lyrics

I can clean queens bridge with a q tip
I can QB, I could run the wish-bone
I should be in every movie, Lawrence Fishbern
Butterscotch princess, neon fishnets
Smell like Cinderella, tip toe through the cellar
I can Coachella, even in the stormy weather
Burnt orange feather smoked almond leather
Can't find my witch broom. It's a secret room
Shut the lights out, gotcha payin' the 'lectric bill
Unorthodox when I pull the drop out
[?] the way I pull the blocks out
Sling shot, back pocket like I'm Bartholomew
Bart J Simpson, it's the white Fresh Prince
Tangerine tiger print, my life smell like peppermint
Top of the tornado, white picket fence
4 am we pulling up, Versace blimp
Live in the sky, Dolce on my eye
Yellow baguettes, look like in-and out French fries
I can cop a Tropicana Kush in a red month
I can October, still chip on shoulder
Last time I checked, half pound of motor oil
In my cup? Pull up in the monster truck
You a small fry, you need to Ket-chup
Put the pistol down but I like to dress up
But I hold it down, Marilyn Monroe
Keep your voice down, I don't like loud sounds
Now it's autumn town, Bentley truck is bright brown
I don't like new house underground
Gotcha mansion built into the side of the damn mountain
One way in, one way out, but who's counting?
Codeine water fountain on my kitchen counter
No HOA knocking on my damn house
Keys on the couch [?]
I can sing a hook like Alicia Keys
I can move to Florida keys just to palm trees
I can bob and weave, Mohammed Ali