Verse 1:

Breakfast is croissants, lunch is ramen mixed with wontons, dinner is this bitch with pom poms

My johnson's lookin like it's a Dachshund

I doubt you want some, I'm bustin' y'all without a condom

And bout to blow like a loud ass Car bomb, don't doubt the outcome this sounds like an album don't it?

Now I'm so focused, never been down with you posers

You spit bogus, Ay Hokis pokis, just turned an ounce into roaches

If you're loud you can get ghosted, speakin bout vermin, just know I'm surrounded by serpents

I don't give a fuck though, I think I'm gonna drown at the sermon, for makin freaks out of virgins

O I'm so determined, to get a gat with a permit and a bad bitch with an ass that's perfect, yeah I deserve it

It's cause I got class, guess I've been ditching it, go figure, I'm all about figures and president Benjamin

Chorus:

This is my life though, this is my life

You can't tell me what to do, you can't tell me what to do

You Can't tell me (na na na) you can't tell me what to do

Verse 2:

Indecisive is for losers, if this was science, I'd be Isaac Newton

Go find Medusa, tell her I'm so hard her eyes won't do shit

I'm in a riot, fighting quiet, only fists cause I'm pissed at the violence

Mr.Po-po killed another child, so I'm wildin' I can't be compliant

It's a backwards society, but that's what inspires me, why is that irony huh?

I got high esteem, a dying breed rhyming things you try and think up

Not tight as me huh? Don't try and link up, I got this on lock, hook, line and sinker

Its time you see my new future, Me with coupes souped up

I'm a Martian, when I'm on shit, flipin' quick like an auction in my office, stacking all profits back at college

My knowledge is doctorate off the block bitch

No break peddles on my space shuttle I stay subtle and break bubbles you call barriers

I'm like Jason just a lot scarier, since I get out of character

I got a Barbie in my car seat of an RV puffin marley, suckin on me

Know I'm starving for some Arby's

Guess I want beef, fucking honkey's gone crazy

And somehow my lungs ain't round, but guess where the Mary go?

I'm breaking my back to slip my disk in your stereo