[Verse]

Can I say something?

(Yeah) Something (Uh...)

I don't give a fuck if I become king (Nah)

I just want a slut with a tongue ring for a fun fling

Where she sucks on my nuts like a dumpling

Yeah, I just wanna numb things

But the radio's only wantin' the fun things

Imagine they see me on a three-week rum-binge

Mumbling like a dumb cunt tryna hump things

Mmmm, it's a bad look, I may say

Probably why my dad took a vacay

Left through the door

I guess I got less than I rooted for, like a fat hooker's payday

Every time I rap good and make waves

All these fakes say, "That shouldn't gain praise

What a wack sook, he just rambles to prosper

Pan full of lobster, that could get cray-cray"

Put your MacBook away, mate, nobody cares

Bet you got no body hairs

You act so snobby 'cause you basically have no hobbies

Just makin' these tracks nobody shares

Not aware of the hill I hopped

I go hard until I flop, yeah, still I drop

Better records than anyone in the scene does

I don't need drugs for the skill I got, the pill I pop's

The booth when I drop the noose

It's like Shakespeare date-raped Dr. Seuss

I got some shoes to fill with rap, filled the gap

Like I got seduced by a prostitute who lost a tooth

Now I get lots of views;

Lots of dudes assume I went boxin' blue, that's not the truth

Just 'cause I never remember your mum's name

Doesn't mean I forgot my roots

Hahahaha, fuck you

I'll fuck your fiancee at your buck's do

With a dust-broom, as I'm yellin' "fuck grooms" and I bust two nuts

Would give a fuck, but I'm just too nuts to

Do I cuss too much, dude?

Should I just do stuff you can just do drugs to?

I'm already a bit looney, mate

To hallucinate, I don't need to munch through mushrooms

What the fuck's new? I'm a super-villain

I can prove it when I'm sittin' in an Uber chillin'

If the driver enjoys it for a sec

Then I get all these voices in my head sayin' you should kill him

You should fill him with knife wounds and glass

Link 'em up to your iTunes and laugh

There's no tellin' what you might do in the right mood

Die too and you'll fly through the charts!

That's Jordy... a tad gorey...

I won't bore you all with his back-story but

Just know when the murders begin that it's

Certainly him who buries the scraps for me

The Jack saw me, damn, that's awkies

Playin' forty, Sam; hacksaw me!

Now hide your weed inside of that grey bag

What's it say on the fuckin' name tag, 'Corby?'

Ugh, I'm a man of sin, I plan to win

And brand your skin then jam it in

The bin like a mandarin, no standard limits

Standin' a chance with this champion

So hand this man some cans of gin and just

Wait till the rants begin as I'm standin' in

Pamela Anderson's mansion, ramblin'

Kid Rock better put the ransom in, dawg

When it comes to depressed fat kids

I confess, I'm the best that's lived in this stressed rap biz

I'm the saviour that came from above

You're as fake as the love that a step-dad gives

I don't know what a set-back is

Even if I'm less active and I get slack with

Shreddin' tracks and instead smash piss

I resurrect quicker than my ex had kids, I'm a beast

Even though I'm open and sobbin' the flows that I'm droppin'

I jot 'em so these blokes are forgotten

Then float to the bottom, so go and stick some coke in ya noggin

You be slippin' up on the snow like you're a broken toboggan (Yeah)

You don't even need to know what I'm plottin'

Just know that it's rotten and has your Mrs ovaries throbbin'

I'm overly sockin' and this ain't even as gross as I've gotten

Been untouchable, the moment that I rose from the coffin, so (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Whatchu gon' do to me? (Huh?)

Whatchu gon' do to me? (Nothin')

I'm already dead inside (Yeah)

I've got immunity (What?)

Whatchu gon' do to me? (Huh?)

Whatchu gon' do to me? (Nothin')

I'm already dead inside (Yeah)

I've got immunity