[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly, Cordae]

How can I be homosapian? I'm high as an alien

Both of my lungs are in training

I'm burning pounds, but not inside a gymnasium

This off the cranium, this is a nuclear weapon, my bars are uranium

(Ah) I'm spittin' fire

This must be House of the Dragons, I'm a Targaryen

I don't deal with pussies, I'm not a veterinarian (Nah)

But I might educate and slap a pussy boy like a disciplinarian (Woo)

I got a lotta skater homies that'll hit a ramp and do a varial

I got a lotta mob ties, put you up under the sea with Ariel (Damn)

I got syrup in my cereal (Yeah), I blow an O like a Cheerio (Woo)

I shook his hand, but I didn't like his vibe so I used antibacterial (On God)

I'm too sick, no vanerial, but I must be a disease

'Cause the way that my competition keep on trying but dying

I'm tеllin' you this is a burial

There he go, laying six feet whilе I stand 6'6" in these new kicks

Sittin' in a double R with the double-X roof print

Cigar in my mouth like the cover of the blueprint

This leopard interiors animalistic

My middle finger's a characteristic

You hear this voice in my lower intestine?

That's my competition, I'm cannibalistic

How can I be homosapian? I'm a fucking alien

How the fuck could you say that I fell off? I just sold out a stadium

Crazy I didn't have a date to prom

'Cause now I'm like "Look who I'm marrying"

I came outta Cleveland and now the timezone I'm in is Australian

Wait, last week it was London, had Skepta at the function

Wembley and its shutdown pre-show

And we backstage, and you know what we crumblin'

Stepped out 'cause the man them thought he was a big dog

So I had to son him

Test me and we spray like Jetski turn it to a danceoff

Make 'em start krumpin'

[Chorus: Central Cee]

Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? (My bitch is gay)

Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay

Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way (Way)

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day

Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay

Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay

Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day

[Verse 2: Central Cee]

Somebody tell Doja Cat that I'm tryna indulge in that

In my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that

See the motion clap when you're throwin' it back (When you're throwin' it back)

These females plannin' on doin' me wrong

So I'm grabbin' a 'dom out the Trojan pack

Post the location after we're gone

Can't slip and let them know where we're at

I don't know about you, but I value my life (But I value my life)

'Cause imagine I die (Die)

And I ain't made a hundred Ms yet

There's so much things I ain't done yet

Like fuckin' a flight attendant, huh

I don't party, but I heard Cardi there, so fuck it, I might attend it

Gotta kick back sometimes and wonder

How life would've been if I never did take them risks and would have I prospered?

Floatin' and I won't go under

Been outta town for a month

Absence made the love grow fonder

UK rap or UK drill, gotta mention my name if you talk 'bout the genre (Alright)

[Chorus: Central Cee]

Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? (My bitch is gay)

Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay

Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way (Way)

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day

Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay

Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay

Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day

[Verse 3: Cordae, Machine Gun Kelly, Both]

Uh, how can I be misogynistic? I love all my bitches

Grandma used to whoop a nigga with switches

That was way before the switches

I was just talking to Kells and he told me pull up at the crib

He gon' throw on a beat (Yeah)

You can be born in motherfuckin' Antarctica

Promise that nigga ain't colder than me (Uh)

I was just talking to God and he told me I got it

Don't worry, it's all taken care of

Ya'll niggas stay on the blogs, I stay on the rise

So please just do not compare us (Uh)

I'm from the city where niggas gon' make you pay tariffs (Yeah)

Them niggas strapped like the sheriff (Yeah)

Promise my whole family good if a nigga gon' perish

They in my will like a Ferris

Ay, hop in the coupe when in London I'm off a bar

So I can't properly function

Ay, I buy real estate when niggas is bored

Damn, my monopoly jumpin'

Ay, real music may not get the awards, but you cannot stop the consumption

Ay, go outside, think you don't need a strap

That was a sloppy assumption

Ay, I know I'm far from a gangsta, rest in peace Juice

That boy armed and he dangerous (Yeah)

Run up on bro, better call you an angel

My dick so long, that shit fall to my ankles

Ay, stop playin', boy, I'm done with the jokes

That album's trash that you dropped for them folks

Disappointed but I'm Prada my coat

I'm comin' soon, we unlocking the vault

[Chorus: Central Cee, Cordae, BazeXX]

Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? (That felt great, Yeah, yeah, my bitch is gay, That felt really good)

Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay

Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way (Way)

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day

Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay

Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay

Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day