Alright

It's Childish Gambino, can't forget me like I'm Rosebud

Drop unexpected and improper like some nose-blood

Take a drum, take a fucking slut, fuck'em both up

Taking reign all over your land, 'cause the flow's mud

Drinking in the kitchen, roast cunts while I toast fun

Swing my nuts 'round a haunted home, making ghosts come

Can't stop chugging beers, well, I guess it's one of those months

Educated rap, no F-n-Deez, call'em THOSE nuts

Far as salaries go

I'm like a gay Luigi with'em, try to marry the O's

Hugging my bros, getting too drunk, carry me home

I can't remember where it is, it's either Paris or Rome

I'm in the hotseat and I love it, gonna marry the throne

Your singing voice, Y Soprano? Leave it after the tone

I love it though, it's an homage, H is silent, you know

Your style is heroin, so drop the H from champ and be blown

(Uh uh ah uh, uh uh)

You rappers impotent and illeterate, zero Ball-zack

Calling God a cunt, I'm not surprised when no one calls back

Told me I can't fuck with this shit, let me pause that

Mind is getting paradoxical like a lost map

Load your fucking GPS, head battling sleepiness

Bible should named be „Shit My GOD Says", CBS

Do he mean „BS", about the things our Lord Jesus says?

You're mad, while I'm like a loyal Mexican, won't see mistress

See the fence, fucking cleaning sucks, watch me leave a mess

Try to clean your fucking daughter's chest and her creamy breast

Your defense on the thin side, mine is really dense

Lyrics criminal, so I guess I'll make the beat confess

Reinhold, Judy, Apatow, damn it, are you happy now?

Open a Pandora can of pop-culture, make Andy proud

Wait until you here the CAMP-bells, when it comes to town

Sober now, making vodka scream, making Sake howl

Chilling with my Enrons. Say it like a white-collar

Fuck green, got a black wallet, making white dollars

If I never take a break, fuck it, why should I bother?

We used to play all the time, dude, Nightcrawler

Drinking all across the fucking country, we're party folk

Last night we were pretty wealthy kids, now we're nasty broke

Eyes around the head, Voldemort, we are hardly stoked

Always one step ahead of you mosters, Gary Oak

Females always touching on my nuts, like they're Pokeballs

Hope she knows it's no strings attached like a broke guitar

Ladies want to get close with me, fellas hope he's far

Told me I'm not fit, 'cause the D.I.D, but I know we are

Marilyn sex-appeal with Kennedy hair

I'm on tour, Dallas-Los Angeles, you better beware

I blast competition, blue shells, I'll never be fair

My two cents are worth fucking millions, my pennies are rare