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I came here to titty twist saliva glands

So place your bets, save your breath and hissy fit firebrand

I can’t entertain these eery rock’n’roll staples

Like spendthrift, I spin discs on periodical tables

Take the basejump that makes you barf Wheathins

Your showreel’s bone meal under the stage lights

My everyday’s a coming-o-age cunt’s carpe diem

And this is why I treat LA like…

She my bottom bitch, cuz you my bottom bitch

Its safe to say what you think I’m saying’s a crock of shit

Because we fight a lot like this was Gaza Strip

But you my bottom bitch watch me make these chocolate chips

You my bottom bitch, why you my bottom bitch?

Oh! Because you think I’m the source of all awesomeness

So be my bottom bitch come and be my bottom bitch

I look good in print so I keep the desk light always on

Here’s a glimpse into the sexlife of automatons

My every evening is an M night Shyamalan

Lackluster ending where I spend nights at Comiccon

I ain’t from here, I’m from some ragtag ferris wheel

I blew the horn ‘cuz you were born smack dab in squaresville

For a limited time you get to view the purple lotus

Plus I give soulseekers that Youtuberculosis

Y’all polish wood and just leave a sleek finish

But I’ll score Bollywood when my mood piece is finished

I don’t acknowledge hoods I eat good and speak Finish

With secret sects on Meet the Press yet please the left and tease cynics

Teen sex and free clinics is your town’s greatest resource

As if falling off’s a motherfucking team sport

So I entertain the young star baby gaga grudge match which tugs at

The lumbar ganglia, so I’m hunchbacked

You my bottom ..You my bottom ..

You my bottom botch, LA you my bottom bitch

To love me your heart most be bottomless

But to me you are precious, I’m on some Gollum shit

But you my bottom bitch from top to the bottom bitch

You my bottom bitch, yes you are

Them other niggas don’t hustle they just cotton pick

But me honey, I bathe in lava pits

You can not break the budgetary woes so your live band’s on a charter bus

Openers get poked with spurs screaming ‘I am Spartacus’

I put a fine comb to the flightplan of you starter-ups

They need rides home when I’m in Iceland in armored trucks

Rolling up to places on that VIP shit

Head’s swivel, I wet my whistle with these ice tea sips

You’ll offer me a loaf of bread a cot and a sofa bed

Cuz your scene’s dying in need of an IV drip

And I’m Chinese medicine, you guys need to headspin

When I press buttons

Yet nine times out of ten this LA tea party swabs balls

So I’m Lee Harvey Oswald with a call time

Fall in line youngin’ because I’m posted at the speedtrap

I’ve been here so long my nigga that I bleed tree sap

You overdressed sleestaks rap with swollen urinary tracks

You’re very wack, give me my scene back