Damn I'ma be old and dirtynFat and bald by 30nAnd by 70 definitely cold and scurvynSinking my gums into life or anything as it comesnI think I've succumbed to the trick of thinking I'm youngnIt take a father of fourtynMake a pass at ya daughternTried to rap, spat my dentures in a glass of waternIt's gonna be sadnHolding onto wannabe fadsnBut I ain't full of shit, nopenThat's my colostomy bagnnRocking shows at retirement homesnThis trendy geezer don't know went to quitnLike a smoker with emphyseman[I'll have amnesia]nForgetting tracks when my thoughts are lamenIt ain't a seizurenI'm body popping with my walking framenDamned to be the last standing ain't no boundariesn'Ey yo Pegz, it's your shout for a round of teanI'll have a breathing apparatus that I clip to my micnAnd chrome rimmed wheel chair, singing this is for lifennThis is for lifenThis is the long term membershipnThis is for lifenDedicated to the penmanshipnThis is for lifenPopping wheel chairs off the kerbnAs the world turns a 33 and a third.nThis is for lifenThis is the long term membershipnThis is for lifenDedicated to the penmanshipnThis is for lifenPopping wheel chairs off the kerbnAs the world turns a 33 and a third.nnYeahnUntil I got false teeth, till my beard is greynWith a fat chain and gold plated hearing aidnKids on the streets think I'm weird and strangenAt the bowls club, old ladies cheer my namenThis is for lifenMaking beats for my grand kidsnStill using MPC's and samplingsnDigging interstate for Aretha FranklinnWith a honda jet pack and keys to my mansionnKeep the passion, dropping the promonFans in the front row popping a No-DoznSuffa's got a comb over, rocking a VolvonAnd still getting love like a pocket of mojonOh no, rocking at the RSLnDebris on the decks, spinning hard as hellnMy man Pressure at the bar nearly passing outnWith a security guard trying to calm him downnThis is for life, brothers need to heed the lessonsnPegz and Hilltops bring the pre conceptionsnn[Ripping the microphone till i'm mother fucking 60]nnThis is for lifenThis is the long term membershipnThis is for lifenDedicated to the penmanshipnThis is for lifenPopping wheel chairs off the kerbnAs the world turns a 33 and a third.nThis is for lifenThis is the long term membershipnThis is for lifenDedicated to the penmanshipnThis is for lifenPopping wheel chairs off the kerbnAs the world turns a 33 and a third.nnUntil I'm on a pension with dentures, I'm still gonna flip tracksnTill I'm popping Viagra like they're tic tacsnUntil my teeth are in a glass on the widow panenIts Suffa MC; the host of your bingo gamen88 that's two fat ladies,nFrom 88, till I'm 88nCan't fade the gratesnWe'll still be hard rhymersnWith Debris on the decks trying to crab with arthritisnWe'll be old timers, cold rhymers with AlzheimersnWe'll be bold blind as 50 year old coal minersnWith a suit on, filling prescriptions with a couponnTelling kids I used to hike with no shoes onnFor 3 hours through the rain and snownJust to make it to the clubs so we could claim the shownTill they drained the flow, from my piece with a catheternI'll rap with a spectacular home grown vernacularnnThis is for lifenThis is the long term membershipnThis is for lifenDedicated to the penmanshipnThis is for lifenPopping wheel chairs off the kerbnAs the world turns a 33 and a third.nThis is for lifenThis is the long term membershipnThis is for lifenDedicated to the penmanshipnThis is for lifenPopping wheel chairs off the kerbnAs the world turns a 33 and a third.nn[Ripping the microphone till i'm mother fucking 60]