[Verse 1]

This feral dog's a paradox like a flaccid masturbator

Classic procrastinator, napping, saving crap for later

Rap addict, massive hater with some Pringles on my shoulder

Middle fingers for the censors and some pencils in my holster

Finna choke ya, King Cobra, I'm a nutty, riled punk

Rising up, I'm on fire like a fucking Thai monk

Vile tongue; I'm a hothead, guess I'm kind of feverish

And I never beat my bitch, I just make the beat my bitch

Ironic as a bleeding Crip, lazy as baked teens

But one day, every rapper's gonna be a fake me

ADHD, anxiety, depression

You could hide a giant in the bag I stash my meds in

I don't need a pension, I need a private island

And I ain't 18, but I've got two fucking nines and

A fine, lab-black pair of Vans, I'm a hound, ho

I rap and fags crap their pants, spit the brown note

[Hook x4]

Naughty, rotten rhymer

Naught-naughty rotten rhymer

[Verse 2]

Harder than Kevlar, larger than Reptar

Smarter than them cars that's smaller than Rex arms

I block typhoons and shock schlocks -- Raichu

I rhyme smooth as knives move through five dudes

Or Five Guys, I'm going HAM with a burger and fries

Lion Pride, I'm grinding with this damn murderous mind

Merlin of wordplay -- Scrabble shit; it's black and white, like cattle, if

The question that they're asking is whose swagger is the nastiest?

The answer's clear as two times two, Flo Rida to a 2 Live Crew

We're nasty as we want to be, wannabes get duped as soon

As I move in, jewels luminous; I'm Booker, cause I do it, this

Lunatic is moving kids with music, getting doobies lit

Locker room vocabulary, cockapoos ain't half as fairy

As this faggot scaredy-cat who brags of gats I swear he lacks

Suckers quit, I'm up in this bitch like a tampon

I make these pussies bleed 'cuz I'm a king and they just damn pawns

[Hook x8]

Naughty, rotten rhymer

Naught-naughty rotten rhymer