Blanka button mashin' electrifired

Kaioken times ten vegeta's feeling mortified

Your girl tryna know me like the password for the wifi

Cock back the sawed off got 'em looking petrified

Acting like a gentleman Jonathan Joestar

Don't get your hopes up baby this ain't gonna go far

Your whip goofy Mario kart I skurt up in my nascar

My dick so big, its like I'm half horse or centaur

You can smell my bloodlust from a mile away

Lately I've been pissed off I won't lie I've seen better days

Amateur rapper I sound like karaoke

Smiling looking happy but its all just roleplay

Praying but I ain't got no fate

Wanna talk shit won't do it to my face

Don't be sorry its already too late

Now I'm closed off for my own sake

Cause half of these fuckers is all fake

Put on Peep and the pretend to relate

Now I ain't never done xannies or LSD

But don't quote the dead and pretend you got empathy

Worshipping stangers getting down on your fucking knees

Put your phone down and go work your shift at the Applebees

But who am I to give a candid speech

To get on a soap box and try to teach

With these hip hop artists that I preach

I can't get on here and pretend I ain't a fucking leach