[prod. by mr. master]

[verse: mr. master]

(bitch!)

Don't get your hopes up, honey. It's ultra

Karl-Anthony Towns face. 0-13

Stop tryna groom her. She's only thirteen (bitch!)

New Louison for the ancien regime

Divorces for all of my wives. Ain't none 'em survive

I've done this for most o' y'all lives

Your daily vlog died and nobody cried (bitch!)

What's worse is that foolhardy cocksure

Move hardly talk more excuse for an attitude

'Diculous. What’s a curriculum if it isn’t rigorous?

Cue the screw in the face. Disfigurement

Furthermore, screwed in the brain. Philips head

Why’s your best lifе look like Night of the Livin’ Dead? (bitch!)

I put ‘еr to bed like Jon Stewart on Crossfire

Woke up with books in the red

Mark my words

This whale gettin’ sharked by a nerd

This that orange you glad I said orange!

I was shacked up with Lauren Southern

Before her maternity (bitch!)

Galaxy Brain made her scream internally

Offline degrees from offline universities

Hired the DMV style, made it work for me

Death droppin' with James St. James. Infirmary

Finger on the pulse for the out o' touch adults

I round 'em up and ground 'em into mulch (bitch!)

Scoreboard. Tally all the apps

Winnings of the workhorse nap

Big man, come get your bitch back

She did you scary

Gave a freshman her orientation. Legally. (Barely.)

Chocolate gold coins for the teeth puller fairy

Your beats sound like seasonal allergies. Travesty

Mynx only listen to ultra and PC music! (bitch!)

Only read Genius and DC Comics!

Ain't shine for years like Haley's Comet!

'Cause it's the final frontier. I'm Davy Crockett!

Chicken dinner. I chase it with paint thinner (bitch!)

Guide for beginners and lay-CS:GO mappers

Hot seat dishin’ hot takes on a hot button

Cold hard truth: Cold case. Y'all ain't got nothin'

This bitch thinks she's Susan B Anthony. Sike!

I'm wrestlin' with nuclear power

Y'all stressin' the shade of the shed for the bikes

Preparation H Christ. Are you cereal?!

I'm on my morning commute bumpin' Serial! (bitch!)

Sharp elbows. Sharp. Norelco

Parts is well known. Smarts

Levels on toppa. Repetitive mantra. It’s core

Top five. Not five. Not four. Bang (bitch!)

Top three. Not three. Not two. Bamf

POV shot. Look, ma, no hands

Meanwhile, back at the ranch:

Mufuckers will buy one boom arm for their mic

And think they're Terry Gross

(bitch!)

My stars, my stripes

Excise prisoner’s rights

Pufnstuf suit with my dumb ass inside (bitch!)

Long game, I hide. Hop out. Supplies!

Theory of mind underneath the whole time

Land with a thud

Wouldn’t guess anything less from the fall guy

Fumblin’ over thoughts that crime with vacation time

You have been had!

Hello hungry. I am your dad!

If she got a hard body, I put my hands on her

She only reads ultra on Genius and Maze Runner

She only listens to ultra and Dirty Projectors

As we proceed to cage what we freed

And quench thirst in the pit latrine

The crinks in my tinfoil hat

Feel more and more kismetly fit for me

(bitch!)

[outro: mr. master]

Divorced. Beheaded. Died (bitch!)

Divorced. Beheaded. Died

Bewitched. Bothered. Bewildered. Beheaded. Died

(bitch!)