[Verse 1: Axl]

Yo, what the fuck am I doing with my life

I treat it like a wife

With respect, the top deck/floor

And everything you ever could have wished for and more

Is cumming harder than the fat fucking bitch on the floor

[Verse 2: Axl]

Should get your ass out of the sack

So I can start to wabbajack your fucking face into action

We're never going back

Throwin' back tick tacks for tip tabs

From all the fuckin' money that we never even had

Bitches know me

They're like, "you're Axl Davis"

I'm like "hell yeah, bitch, I know I'm famous"

[Verse 3: Axl]

So you know it's me

I'm always infamous, bitch

Smoking weed with my own

On my zipper-less shit

I ain't ill but I'm sick

Like It's Magic or shit

You better watch your fucking self when you're taking a shit

Get me a fat bitch and dress her up in Abercrombie and Fitch

So I tell her ass to make a sandwich

And when she's done and she is bringing it to me

Immona start to pee pee all over the green tea...

Wait, wait, wait, what?

No, fuck no, fuck that, fuck this

We're done