Break the ice like glacier calving

Bass so loud you get tinnitus

I’m 3 kids in a trench coat, Watch me go "bahhhh."

Now I’m laughing to the bank like "ha-ha-ha-ha" I’m the goat

Somethin' somethin' somethin' I'm the goat, bitch

Shit bubonic, work of art

This where all coworkers are

Think it’s meaningless? take a peek at it’s genius page

Dawg, all you’ll see is grey

"Obfuscated, smear frame, verse tweening."

That’s a quadruple and you don’t even understand the first meaning

I’d never make a peep if that peep ain’t got several reasons to bе

This ain’t the art you take a part in, no interprеtation but the intended is valuable to me, so please shut your fat lips

This song has an energy, those lines don’t match it, that one does though

Flow undeniable, but obviously plenty of people will deny it anyway ‘cause they're reta-

I don’t need no wodder, I stay dehydrated. desiccated gustatory cells sell records

Go figure, in a condition of inanition initiation’ll stun ‘em

I’m stuntin’. I’m fuckin’ better than any one else that’s dying in the dessert

I dine with a dessert, buds dry and it does hurt

I designate greatness to every plate that I ate

(oh, man!)

Adlibs go crazy, they stuck in yo fat head; blow yo socks off of yo fat toes. choice is yours

Voice is hoarse. coy at first then I destroy a verse

I miss my girlfriend, do you even have one of those?

Is she half as alluring? I doubt it, I doubt it, I doubt it, I do

When Eden switch roles I’m eating Swiss rolls

I may kick the crutches of a cripple right out her hands

White out my plans, buck that bulletin board, backspace my order;

"who ordered the burger with fries, you get it for free."

Ten out of ten to a general content connoisseur

Wilted rose, broken heart, close enough, welcome back, logic

Wrong, it’s Andrew BARfield, I’m a comic

Spiderman wit arachnaphobia crawlin’

Lyrical miracle spiritual spherical, there I go, empirical

In a pickle like brine

Can’t find this in a lifetime, but you’re dead

Your fat self is decomposing

Moses to Mozart to Myriad to Modicum

I’m mighty comely. that’s- that’s the whole song

Fuckin’ bitch