[Verse 1]

I call this shit here anti-intelligence rap but I'm ahead of the class

Answering questions that have yet to be asked

Pissed, every day's a hard day

But my motto's get rich and gamble it all on a game you can't play

Wrecked, trying to pawn a can of Stella

Lazy as fuck, out of breath when I'm just pondering a past endeavour

Duck punch drunk, take chains and break frames off Ray Bans

Big headed, brain space is wasteland

I.R, vacate the mainland

Hungry as fuck, table manners at the same stage as ape man

Fuck this shit with the dumb fronts

In a time of crisis I sit and think about a drink I drunk once

Loved one’s search the good in me and only found I'm evil

I hit rock bottom and still look down on people

Brand your album whack as I don't agree with the colour

Of the info on the inner sleeve of your cover

Otherwise, I tap the glass on my monocle

Then flip and pull a fucking rabbit out of your topless skull

Mr. Wrong, don't don Prada

I've seen the world for what it is since I pickpocketed John Nada

Hate you all, my only aim is chong harder than I did the day before

My i-my-imaginary friend tapped my phone

With so many voices in my head, I've got an audience when I'm sat alone

Post drunk, I trip and smoke blunts

A fallen angel who had this halo melted down into gold fronts

[Bridge]

What kind of money is this? I've not seen it before. What use is it?

I picked it from an old man's pocket, like you taught me

[Verse 2]

Yeah, your rings, your chains are mine

Cards, pictures, cash

Broke an angels spine when I jacked the halo with the pole that holds is still attached

Now admit you're whack, when the illest part of your album was the additional vocals on a hidden track

Fuck opinion t'is a fact

On the side, your raw crew's probably a Nickelback tribute act who sing in drag

Plus, you're only selling to infants

Get your shit intact and preferably out of my fucking realm of existence

Unimpressed with the parting of seas, I give a hundred and ten percent with someone else's heart on my sleeve

A lightweight tipping scales over

Subhuman, chewing glass bottles and pissing ale sober

[Bridge]

I'm much better than you

What are you talking about?

I'm gonna teach you a lesson

[Verse 3]

When I get a plaque I want a silver back one

Trying to start a mutiny on Noah’s Ark with a plastic gorilla mask on

And if you even think that I'm wrong

You're either dumb, sniffing or you're tripping off shrooms cause it's mister to you

I live in a room with a view of flickering lights

Mouth open, swollen eyeballs and pictures of Christ on white walls

The reason you're at home by nightfall

I get drunk inside morgues and insight brawls

Even disrespecting fans and acting depressin’

I'm the better man, beating my chest with a freshly severed hand

[Outro]

Ah, how dare you insult me in front of that?

That's the, idea

Oh, give me my money