Tyga

Tyga, Tyga shining bright
How thy grill doth shine so bright!
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame the freshness of thy ride?

In what distant deeps or skies
Go down thy raucous revelries?
What new whip dost thou desire?
What microphone can stand thy fire?

What disaster, & which tart
Could twinge the strings of thy cold heart?
And when thy heart begins to bleed,
What dread track? & what dread beat?

What the Hummer? What the chain?
What the proceeds from thy ’caine?
What the chopper, what the gat
Dare thy deadly finger grasp!

When Big, Pun, and Pac look down
Do they approve, or do they frown?
Do they rejoice their work to see?
Did he who signed Drizzy sign thee?

Tyga, Tyga, shining bright
How thy grill doth shine so bright!
What immortal hand or eye
Could prick the triumph of thy pride?