[Chorus: YUKI UNKNOWN]

I'm the walking disaster, I get the people moving faster

Y-Y-Your girl think my nails are pretty when they're blacked out, no vanta

Shotgunning a Fanta, watermelon Sour Patch Kids inside my drink

I ain't ever give a fuck what a hater thinks, tune 'em out

Making all these tunes, you might call me Looney

Checking myself right into a hospital, mental state manic

Making songs that sound like how it feels to have a breakdown

[Verse 1: YUKI UNKNOWN]

Hunnid-Hunnid rounds

Sharp tooth grin, flaunting all my fucking songs around

You wish you could do it like I do

Even though I feel like a disaster boy

Cyclone spinner like a Beyblade, make you burst when I slam you

Shoulder check, hit 'em with the stick, but it ain't hockey

Talking 'bout the strap, not a gun, but the punch through your chest like I'm Kano

Laser focused when I'm writing to the fucking beat, uh

Gotta make the people move, yeah the megamix flow never stops

It's like time standing still on the low

Throw a sickle flash into winter cherry on these hoes

Gotta curve, gotta weave, like I snatch away your spotlight

[Bridge: YUKI UNKNOWN]

Move, move, yeah you better move

Move, move, yeah you better move

Move, move, yeah you better move

Move, move, yeah you, uh

1, 2, 3, Go

Demon fiending for fame, and that's not on the low

3, 2, 1, Go

High key, like a DJ, no Khaled

(1... 2... 1, 2, 3, 4!)

[Verse 2: YUKI UNKNOWN]

Solstice whipping like I'm Jazz

This a Pontiac G6, feeling so fly like a G6

Far East Beats from the coast

BackupGirl, what he wrote

Bet you chicken out if we get you in a mosh pit

Fight, fight, fight!! All my enemies

House of Wolves is playing in my head and I sustain no injuries

Bitch I never die, like the name's Jason

Getting the machete, chopping up my vocals, S-I-N

[Chorus: YUKI UNKNOWN]

I'm the walking disaster, I get the people moving faster

Y-Y-Your girl think my nails are pretty when they're blacked out, no vanta

Shotgunning a Fanta, watermelon Sour Patch Kids inside my drink

I ain't ever give a fuck what a hater thinks, tune 'em out

Making all these tunes, you might call me Looney

Checking myself right into a hospital, mental state manic

Making songs that sound like how it feels to have a

(BREAKDOWN)

[Outro: YUKI UNKNOWN]

(I'm the walking disaster, I get the people moving faster

Y-Y-Your girl think my nails are pretty when they're blacked out, no vanta

Shotgunning a Fanta, watermelon Sour Patch Kids inside my drink

I ain't ever give a fuck what a hater thinks, tune 'em out

Making all these tunes, you might call me Looney

Checking myself right into a hospital, mental state manic

Making songs that sound like how it feels to have a)

(BREAKDOWN)