[Intro: Rick James]

Fuck your couch, nigga!

Buy another one you rich motherfucker!

Fuck your couch, nigga, Fuck your couch!

Darknesses! Darknesses!

[Verse 1: FV]

Sitting on the porch chair, today I just don't care

Grab my friend's phone; „hey, do you have any porn there?"

Overheard by female passerbys, there goes that long stare

Fuck ya'll bitches and your glowing hair

Fuck your shoes and your gear, pierced boobs and your ears

Fuck your blues and your chop'n'screws and your rock'n'rolls

My genre is indie-folk-low-fi-post-weird

I'm beloved and ignored, most loved and most feared

I'm a white European boy, best belive it boy

So much weird in my lyrics that I'll never be employed

Latest ploy - fuck Freud with a phallic-shaped toy

Ask him for analysis, while my phallus is showing

Never been rich or piss-poor, is it wrong?

Always low self-esteem, like „what'd I get that kiss for?"

Then my ego exploded, (boom, boom) explode

Suddenly feeling like God when he's blowing his load

On the face of his favourite Pope, screaming: „baby, choke!"

Then he's sucking on a blunt, laced with his favourite dope

Screaming quote: „Fuck Africa, I'm gonna leave them broke

Whole world is a pile of fucking dirt, semen-soaked"

Don't get mad at me, that's what God said

Just grasp the fucking concept, ask a man if he's got bread

Money is the tool of Satan plotting revenge

I hope I convinced you, leave your money to me, then

Leave your belongings and pretend

That you're a grown man and you are using reason

And if you think I'm lying and that I am thieving

Just grab your fucking phone, man, and call the police then

I'm a fucking walking God

I don't care if you believe that my thoughts are fucking odd

Actually, I'm proud of them, I'll go in the ground for them

I guess that being smart is a lost fucking art

[Refrain: FV]

FV, food villain, call me Filip, call me Filip

It's alright, you know, It's alright

For the next minute, I can just slow that shit down

[Outro: FV]

Spell so good, my pronoucing is awkward

Feet go ahead, but my mind is running backwards

Squeeze her head, she's like „ouch, that hurts''

Throw my love away, take out the trash girl

I'm an assturd, batard and rap nerd

May lack love a bit but I never lack words

There goes the blood, bring the morphine back, nurse

Now I'm whispering ''Nevermore'' like the black bird