Released on May 25, 2014

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[Verse]

Ayy yo, just checked the iPhone, I got a bunch of raps on notes

Some shit's that sharp to split your whole lapis throat

The shit you want is just a last resort

Tell Papa Roach to pass the roach, I'm skipping out, don't need a doctor's note

To those who sitting in your business class, I'm finna pass your ass in coach

Dicking on it, just passed the throat(?)

I passed the pastor, his passage was average

He saw my raps and as he read it, said it's something that a bastard wrote

I laughed along, that I was D's on the beat(?)

Sixteen, a bunch of G's try to trash my ass on Reddit

I say G's? Oops, me, I meant a bunch of stoned teens, fucking please

I was blessed before I sneezed

Where I be? Can I address that when I spit, they all obsessed

They at your neck when they skeptical

And then they crept up on my knees and started sucking on my testicles

They was at the perfect height

Just above my toes and right under my skin, ayy, look

Hey, the Stanley's life(?), what a way to end the perfect nights

Always let them fools spit first, murked at the perfect height(?)

Ayy, they ain't heard of God? Guess they all gonna learn tonight

My homies all been like, "You know we 'bout to murk it, right?"

The perp is ripe, higher than a giant person's kite

Only reason I be coming down's to see what Earth is like

Fuck your advice, now I'm spitting virgin-tight

See, I would go in harder but I don't want to hurt the mic

In middle school, man, I was never down for passing notes

My bars were too sick, I didn't want your clowning ass to know

Don't grab it though, probably give your island ass a cold

Try me, get I.D'd(?), got an I.V. inside me

And as ill as I was, they used to tell me, "Get the doctor"

But Sunny told me I'd be straight with a gin and tonic

Fucked up, spewed our guts up, pissed off his mama

Chugged so many Jägerbombers, that shit could knock out a boxer

Ayy, y'all been lying, but I've been Mufasa

Leaving scars on my enemies, be warned when you're entering

I'm gone in the morn then I'm back to ask where Simba be

Rap next to me and try to act like there's symmetry

Uh, I'll win an Oscar 'cause I'm wild

I could travel two roads, but sat down 'cause I was too stoned

Relax now to get a move on(?), now you know

I planned it in the gentle way, doing Judo on Pluto, hope I don't Juno

Recently it seems I've been going so raw, no potrudo(?)

Ham on these bitches though; "Damn, yo, this kid is dope"

Dissect my raps and understand why I said it though

Man in the land where he been on the centerfold

Man in the land where he been on the centerfold?

Because of me, these Hong Kong kids will all be rapping

That's the controversy curses like Charlie Chaplin

Quarterbacking with the rapping, know I'm stoned playing Madden

Motherfucker, just know I made it happen

Quarterbacking with the rapping, know I'm stoned playing Madden

Motherfucker, just know I made it happen, happen—