[Verse 1]

This is a comedy song, but nobody's laughin'

This isn't funny, but I'll continue rappin'

I try to write my lyrics, but I seem to be trapped in

A politically correct box, not as I imagined

I hate these limits and restrictions with a passion

But I'm still rappin' here? I wonder how that happened

Fly like a dragon, I am never rappin' so fast, and you see [?] into the [?]

There is an assassin [?] passin', [?] go on that fast like medieval Latin

"But, I didn't understand that"

My lyrics will blow you away, so you should stand back

Millions in my brains, you could say that they are jam-packed

Can't move me out the way, like a sandbag, you ran that

[Chorus]

This is the random song

All of the words seem to get along

But when you think of how the story's progressed

It doesn't make any sеnse, yeah, this is messеd up

This is the random song

All of the words seem to get along

But when you think of how the story's progressed

It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up

[Verse 2]

Every one knows that I'll be the greatest, you famous, I'll make it and [?]

And if you are racist and hatin', mistaken, I take it you're listenin' to the wrong lyrics

My flow is contagious, [?] like the Plague, they don't wanna go near it

And all of my [?] gonna hear it

No one understood that, but your life wanna speak fast

I need that to fit into the song, but I should relax

'Cause I overreact when I see that something messes up

I just need to let it flow, like some of that Progressive stuff

That was a pun that was based on insurance

Let's move through this verse like we're surfing past the currents

I sure wish this wasn't too much of a disturbance

People rappin' at Menlo Park is such a strange occurrence

Yeah

[Chorus]

This is the random song

All of the words seem to get along

But when you think of how the story's progressed

It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up

This is the random song

All of the words seem to get along

But when you think of how the story's progressed

It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up

[Verse 3]

I'm pretty lazy, so it's time for me to step up

Mi siempre despierto, but I never get up

I met up with a fan a couple days ago

She said that her name was "Mom", maybe I'm not that famous, so

I should take a step back from the confidence

And people said that I'm 'dab' if I switch up the consonants

I'll take a second for you to get that

In your own [?] home, if a pigeon has trespassed

You can call the cops, just ask the Menlo police reports

Those are the furthest things from thug I've ever seen before

I've worked hard to write this and for this

So with, let's make our way into the greatest last chorus

Yeah

[Chorus]

This is the random song

All of the words seem to get along

But when you think of how the story's progressed

It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up

This is the random song

All of the words seem to get along

But when you think of how the story's progressed

It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up