[Verse 1]

Alright, friends, you must be trippin

A bunch of wacky-ass clowns, are you Krusty's children?

That's hella great, one-two, man my stuff is wicked

Don't hestitate, kung-fu, I'mma bust these chickens

Must be the sickest, man, my throat is itching

Don't have a lotta policies, but I'm opposed to bitching

I'm like a -- drug dealer, never closed to business

And I'm iller than a pillow of a hoe with syphilis

Even the childrens know the flow's ridiculous

Really though I'm really bored and I'm growing sick of it

The daily minefield, Lord of War like Nicholas

I'm going to spit whatever my tounge will hit me with

They say I'm crazy, that's a load of gibberish

Aw, you see a flaw and I'm supposed to give a shit?

Nah, Because I know that what I show is riveting

Am I the greatest, well, hold on, man, lemme think

I have to say, yes ma'am - affirmative

Even though my background screams that I am a white suburban kid

Listen to me and check those tight-ass words I spit

I'm not one to sit there, I'm defiantly stirring the mix

The school is out, but you're not over learning shit

And the sting of knowledge, son, it's going to burn just a bit

My soul is golden, you're not gold, you're silverish

So, riddle me this, who's the boldest villain there is?

That's me, I'm glad we agree

What can I say, man, gee, all you challengers flee

I'm like the RZA, mothafuckers, it's apalling to me

And you know what? I got no friends, you're all enemies

[Hook]

All you misognystic weirdo fucks, talk about nothing but... fucking bitches, doing chicks , screwing females, banging babes, pounding girls, boning honeys, porking sluts and...

And that's just not my style, that's not my style, at all, wanna know why? Okay, I tell you why

[Verse 2]

'Cause I don't fuck bitches

I am more considerate - I hug bitches

And ask them how their day went

Was it fun, bitches?

I got heart beating so strong

That my lung itches

I'm such a gentleman

Her cunt twitches

I am a hunter-gatherer so really fuck fridges

I roll a fatty and I burn it - you're in motherfucking luck, briges

Life's a bitch and the slut's frigid

And fuck Death, 'cause she isn't giving up the digits (Aha)

But this is it, man, I gotta live it

I'm like motherfucking Earth, man, I gotta pivot

I will be winning for eternity not a minute

But not this moment, 'cause my stomach's

Got about a dozen bottles in him

And pretty soon, I be vomiting 'em

It's such a shame though, 'cause so much alcohol was in'em

A quick sneeze and I'm back on my feet, asking for weed

Take a puff and I'm back for dinner