[Verse 1: Rolex B]

Check it, check it, yo

Simple similes got me fucking bitches like Sybian

I make the pussy so wet I’m basically amphibian

I can barely fit it in, she too tight and I’m too big

One wrong move and she’ll slip off and snap that fucker like a twig

Ow, this shit is rigged, like the election

I lose half my body’s blood supply when I get erections

Wrap it up so I don’t get sexually transmitted infections

All these betas staying virgins that’s just natural selection

And I’ll admit it, I’m whiter than some miracle whip

But ask anyone, they’ll tell you ‘bout my miracle dick

I’m not ashamed to acknowledge that my skin is vanilla

‘Cause my flow is Ghostface Killa, and I’m making my skrilla

I fear the shit that makes them cool rappers whack

Flow biters take my style, don’t give it back

I don’t want it, I don’t flaunt it, I’m on the attack

Fuck you up in the booth, fuck your chick in the sack

[Verse 2: Life’s Complex]

It’s young Miggy in my wallet I got $250

Don’t try to rob me cuz I brought the crew with me, um

Unless it work out like that one time at Walmart

Lost one tire to buy a damn controller that just don’t work

And DJango jacking it slowly

This ain’t my flow but fuck it bruh my dick above average

I lose 1/5th my blood supply when I get a nosebleed

They sayin I’m loud, but I don’t even smoke weed

I keep it lowkey, the grocery-eating homie

I hope you listen closely, you can keep your nose ring

You keep your team soap-free, but TTS is so clean

Nah we aren’t dope fiends, bro we are the coterie

So we stay talking how we 'sposed to be

Bout masochists and massacres and asses vs. mammaries

Won’t bother clapping at MattyB

Ain’t a rapper or group alive that can handle We

[Verse 3: Vile Diarrhea]

It’s VD, still alive, droppin bars on We 5

Made it out of Tucson, gettin sick of that vibe

Gettin’ real lonely in a place with no homies

So I sit alone at home and touch myself while I cry

Not gonna lie, my booty’s still a little raw

From the most savage anal violation that you ever saw

Ming Li says I’m a criminal and that she is the law

And that she’ll do to me what she did to Tim McGraw

I was pleading for my life but I had nothing to say

She sucked more than words out my ass on that fateful day

Clammy lips, no heart, she straight sucked me apart

When she stole away my joy - my majestic fart

That day left me feeling emptier than ever

Happiness and love left cold and severed

Scared and depressed, it left me so shaken

How was something so sacred so easily taken?

[Verse 4: Broccoli Man]

Broccoli Boy’s back, back on a roll

Fresh like clickhole hot like the devil

Put me on the mic and I'll start tripping up like Blood Bowl

Bike commute I rode 20 a day

Illuminati bottom-shooter, curved shots like Ray J

Double-click with my computer, Mavis Beacon trapping tutor

Went off to college but I stayed in town

Kept chilling, just vibing ‘til the word got around

That the boy hung up his baby Bridge but never stopped pedalling

And some blue rolled through, and you know those boys be meddling

Keep your eyes on the skies when you're moving on the low

And if the Fed in town you best ride slow

Broccoli man out

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