[Intro: Steve Francell]

I wish I could see me

From your perspective

Tremble in different directions

Fear of confrontation

[Verse 1: RawDre]

My phonetics on Viagra, I shall never spit a flaccid flow

Ass-smackin' assassin givin' fat tracks phallic strokes

Smashin' pink matter and my raps are so orgasmic

Playin' pool with the planets pumping passion from my power pole

Is this thing on though?

Intergalactic ejaculates inseminate the cosmos

Got me feelin' macho, 'cause I'm fond of bein' on it

Plus my mom thinks I'm the guano (that has nothing to do with this song though)(no)

My quotes stay on the tip of your tongue and tantalize your tonsils

You think I won't have your girlfriend in child's pose

With her eyes closed, hittin' high notes? Well you're right bro

It's a metaphor

Giving tracks the business 'til their inner legs are red and sore

Leader of the roosters, call me cock-king

My cocking is leagues beyond my colleagues

Busty instrumentals take more shots than comps of bukkake

Not cocky, but I'm feelin' myself

And I don't care if God is watching

Metaphorically speaking, my penis is relinquished

It'll cause a solar eclipse, you should put me on a remix

My D is so supreme I call it defense... hug me

I feel so ugly

Someone please love me, someone please love me

But soft, what light through yonder Instagram breaks

Being fanned by palm leaves and hand-fed grapes

Whilst kicking your sandals up in pastures of Chrysanthymums

Lame game runners really need to step their stances up

Never mind, it's arbitrary, none of us are man enough

The fact is you're so outstanding that it staggers us

You're a euphoria warrior soaring across the Aurora Borealis, singing high notes with no ad-libs

I'm more of a supernova of magic kisses

Handling the planet with your jasmine-scented calluses

To Sora, you're Kairi with the psyche of Aphrodite, ah!

[Verse 2: Walty Kibby]

Coming raw, might slap a jaw

But we ain't tryna hurt nobody, we ain't tryna hurt nobody

We just liven up the party like:

This ain't 4/4

Or a low-low

But you already know, though

Rappin' miraculous, spectacular lines

You would think it was divine, shit is one-of-a-kind

On this spectrum

But we ain't tryna hurt nobody, we ain't tryna hurt nobody

We just liven up the party like we're comin' out your rectum

Listen to your elders- You gotta respect 'em

But respect is earned, you gotta learn that they paved the way

So we could burn mad herbs and say what we wanna say

Today's a new day

You're fuckin' with a dude that's insane

But we ain't tryna hurt nobody, we ain't tryna hurt nobody

We just liven up the party like

[Outro: Peter Godart's Wet Narration]

[((& Matt Parada's Spanish Monologue))]

Yeah, listen to that rain girl

So wet, so pure ((*spanish*))

Hear that water

So wet, so pure (let it wash over you)

I hear that water

So wet, (Kinda gotta pee) so pure...

(so wet- so pure)

So wet, so pure... (Senorita!)

((Un baile del fuego!))

So wet- so wet- so pure, pure, pure

So wet- so wet- so pure

So wet- so wet- so pure, pure, pure

So wet- so wet- so pure

So wet... So pure....

So wet. So pure

((*spanish*))