[Chrous]

Waooooh

Waooooh

Waaaa-uhhhh

Waooooooooh

Waooooh

Waooooh

Waaaa-uhhhh

Waooooooooh

[Verse 1]

Yes I did it

Won't admit it

Its my critique

So fuck the critics

Double big, like

Double digits

Double D’s

That's quite delicious

Love being high

Ain't the worst space travel

Look inside my lunchbox

Find a poison laced apple

Take one bite

And I feel alright

Then I vomit in the toilet

Staying up all night

I’ll, fight

Any MC who's down to battle

Turn your eyes, by surprise

Hit you like a tackle

Imitate how they act

And man I fucking hate that

I run circles 'round your ass

Like a race track

You take that

But to me

It don't matter see

My mouth runs till its dry

Like a battery

Had to be cursed

But it is just, my plan

Beating me worse

Than an illiterate blind man-

(Errraooy)

[Chrous]

Waooooh

Waooooh

Waaaa-uhhhh

Waooooooooh

Waooooh

Waooooh

Waaaa-uhhhh

Waooooooooh

[Outro]

Wa-wa

Yaaa-uhh

Yaaoooh

Wa-wa

Yaaa-uhhhh

Ya-uh-oooh

Wa-wa

Waaa-oooooooh

Wa-wa

Waaa-ooh

Uh-oooooh