(Verse 1)

Eat a fuckin dick or die trying

Pair of binoculars, into eye-spying

Finna find ivy and poison a politian

Sinner mind blithly ignoring the intermission

Paint your house with a fuschia lighter

Listen to my mixtape to fuel the fire

Ghoul admirer, playing with hoola hoops of iron

Moody musing music writer, whoa

Rap game parcheesi

Bars easy, scar leaving, tar feeding, larvitar breeding

Shouts to brock, smoke an ounce then drop, the lounging nob

I’m a full fledged yawn maker

Get off my lawn, faker, I’ll call your mom, player

The donkey kong of neighbors, thong inhaler

Seranading songs to frothing dong appraisers

Still haven’t learned to tie my shoes

But I’m still rocking the hottest nikes to boot

I’m the bikes to goons, I’m the lies to news

Rice to food, swear to god i’m the i’m the mics to booths

I’m the truth, I step so right republicans get jealous

Vet fellas, the best seller

On a scarier mission to impress penn and teller by sending letters

To their every location by carrier pigeon

I’m very original, peep the nefarious interlude

Rarely sip, carry, or do charity interviews

Staring at little dudes, from liverpool

In my living room living cool, but I’m livid too

(Bridge)

Pitiful, pitiful you are pitiful

Everybody in the fucking room is pitiful

Except me

You are pitiful

Ehhhhhh something with turquoise

(Verse 2)

What a load of bullshit and cheap shit

Diseased kid, like my album I released it

Alleviate the pain with a puff or two

I’m coming off the cuff for you, don’t fuckin move

Backhanding your homies with an oven mit

After taking out my cookies from the oven, bitch

You can’t do it like me, like me, homie

You can’t do it like we, like we, slowly

Making love to a low class hooker

And she always down to suck off a broke ass booker

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

I think the condom broke

I think I’ll probably go and pick up some milk on my home, yeah

No rent ‘cause I live in a club house

Come in and tell me how the sub sounds

Pretty good, right? Word, got my 50 inch wood mic

Carved it from the finest Tree I could find

Had to battle with a bird, it was a good time

Decades went on as an epic battle stringed blizzards

Between a human and a wing lizard

Couldn’t barter, had to swing scissors

But he happened to be a king wizard

With a dash of his wand, he hit me with magic spell

I knew that it was bad, could tell

But he left a giant opening near his space

So when I tripped, I accidentally sheared his face