*various animal noises*

[Verse 1]

Skrrting to the backdoor, like fuck an instigator

9 to 5 chores, count ‘em up, out of luck, cuz pissed the Maker

Taking shots the sec you load ‘em, and not an instant later

Slurring, slipping, sliding cross the room, crossed a goon, some infant hater

Turn the knob on incubator, roast these dogs like hungry hobos

Slobbing, actin’ impish, ain’t for long till they see their stunts be no-no

Posse robbing stank of gator, hit the spot like spoon-fed promos

In your head subliminal, in her head, spilling ostinato

Gator on the muff, muzzle stuffed to brim, vanilla gator tail

Mad I plucked they princess, bruh chill, ya Peach and sis and Daisy’s well

Bruh, I promise

You treat her like a lady, she’ll treat your baby maker lavish

What she do, I’m astonished, they don’t even do that in pornos

Fucked recycled yawns, ish we do, it be trashy, it be scornful

Kig V ain’t be hip for the past week, A-Nasty what she do yearn though

Yearning to splurge the purse on personal consumption dope shit dumped in Portugal

When fiend for fades, I ain’t be frugal

Up the grade, cuz these noodles need marinatin’, they be starin’, hatin’

I’m just praying Mary Jane listed at this place, sellers to the back like carry basement

Still eye-raping the two-one century wonder, but of these others, nary say shit

I got the beard, supply the plunder, not even near, irritation

Jeering a handful to some, sure, [[Sure]]

But within a min, the second hand gyration’s narration win

When you get up to blunder, all we get is second hand embarrassment, like

Oh my Lord in Heaven, this shit’s not even FAIR

And yeah sure I’m overcompensating some

But at least I came prepared, right?

At least I pretend like I care, right?

All these dumb shits fly like drum sticks, and I’m the snare, right?

Pain sound is blared...but they don’t care, right?

Yeah, motherfucker, yeah, uhn, remember how they never did

And if they did, had a fucking lame-ass way of showing it

Then they angry ‘bout my path, like I envy ways that protists live

Or playing safe, I’m noticed bitch, many ways to survive besides the bogus shit

The motiveless, lining up for useless degrees

Dying skittish for promotions in green

I won’t be a devotee to a company whose word I’d never willingly preach, (n-n-noOOo)

I’d rather feed my self-fucking-useless esteem

Heat and vapors, windows up, sk-sk-SKRRRT!

Do a favor, windows down, yeah

We gotta meet these haters like D-L-L-L-L-L-L!

And then get me a new wife like b-a-a-a-a

Didn’t that know my girlfriend could make a noise like a turkey

Don’t know if these blabbers have an off switch, but it isn’t working

Nauseous, away from the "biznit", I’m lurking

Toss this kid in mercury, from every outlet I’m surging

I’m fucking hazardous

Ravenous for returning, Arab-American Lazarus

Put me on blast for it, repping a culture when I left it

Or a culture for blacks, letting this ulcer unattended

When it’s an offense that I’m free?

Ha, ya, accurate

Why deny my tendency

To be drawn toward other heritages in misplaced jealousy

Montage across the Zates, another heretic open like sesame

Waiting at the gates, waiting for a host who might message me...

You messin’ me?

I’m just a piece of a part of a generation without identity

And I know attention has its brevity so…guess you better to used that shit

Pay actual scrutiny, not counterfeit, ugh, we’re fucking used to that trick

We’re all just animals, scramblin’, wall-to-wall, with no handlers

Until up in our neck in debt depths, “Hi, I’m you’re manager

And if you had any plans to splurge your life on happiness, then you’re wrong,”

Fuck that noise, unlock the doors, flood the farm to this song, unh...

Whazap, bitch?