[Intro]

Wells, Maine all over your face

[Verse]

What's up? I'm almost famous, I love that movie, shit

I guess I'm more infamous, video hits up on the Internet

Smile betwixt my dimples it's that

Chivalrous dick who spit it more than a little bit

I inflict my gifts on he who spits simpleness

I break 'em, make 'em slit their wrists

Hook 'em up with chicks I know with syphilitic slits, fucking idiots

Burning cylinders with villagers, that's on the syllabus

They wonder where my [?] will I tell them it is limitless

Infinite, when I speak to peeps, peak interest

Symphonies are jingly but intricate

They're conducting inquiries into how he's livin' it

If he's really in the cut or if he's only trimmin' it

Who is in his syndicate?

Why his clothes are mangy if he's angry, he ain't bigger yet

’Cause-’cause the way they figure it

I-I-I-I should be paid, late kickin' it

Well fu-fu-fuck guy, if you only had an inklin'

But-but-but pardon my French, but love my English

The label wants to know where the second single is

{*Crinkling noise*} I just crinkled it

Defensive at the end like Nickovich

Pour Macallan in the glass and take a sip of it, I'm sick of it

It's got me blue like the Apple Store, pacing back and forth

‘Cause I rap better and got clothes older than Macklemore

But this year, he's Giant Ryan's half a dwarf

Some sappy whore said, "Everything happens for

A reason," so I'm waiting for the explanation

Check out my skeletons I'm spellin' with my excavation

Or I'm just impatient

I need the justification