Anti-pagan fucking Sarah Palin on a dining chair

Spunk on her beliefs and then I pause and stop to check my hair

Half-assured intercourse with laissez-fare

Till tempers flare

Calmly concaving craniums till everybody's had their share

Welcome to the party, it's so good to be here

Now bend the hell over and let me hit that shit bare

The way I'm spitting rhymes just doesn't seem fair

Seemingly the problem is I don't really care

Blow coke and smoke out my nose till I forget my how's and where's

I'll beat Drake's ass till he's back in that chair

River Phoenix rising from the ashes

Appealing to the masses

Crackin' up your glasses

But failing all his classes

This rapping shit to me feels just like Child's Play

Meaning even a fucking dummy could do it the right way

And I'm kind of liking this stuff, I'm thinking that I might stay

And fuck Chris Brown for hitting Rihanna in the face

What he really shoulda done was convince her to get bangs

Five head, my head

Is feeling like some high bread

Baked bread, baked beans

Mistaking all these great things

Ladies wanting my babies making me break stuff like I'm Durst

I only wish Bill Cosby had gotten to you first

And stuck his Little Bill inside of your rear end

Slapped you around a little and said "Hello, friend"

I snort a whole line of crushed Flinstones vitamins

And say the type of shit that makes a grandma want to fight a man

Reverting verses, cross-faded helium and nitrogen

Haven't even got my license, I'm still busy byciclin'

My mom told me to eat a slice of humble pie

Then eat the fork, too, choke on the fork and die

Narcissistic to the bone, ain't no fuckin' doubt about it

Even just me and my ego in a room is kinda crowded

I'm stirring up nonsense and shitting up a storm

Pissed like R. Kelly in a teenage girl's dorm

Traveling the high road and abandoning the norm

Casey Anthony taught me how to dismantle the form

A white kid from the burbs, that's as scary as it gets

Ain't you see the fuckin news, all that Columbine shit?

I'll still calmly fuck a bitch with a Black and Decker hammer

Just to teach her some manners

Until she can't stand and I can finally stand her

Raise your hand or

Save your questions till the end

You are just another fan, do not call yourself a friend

My therapist tried to tell me I talked like a monster

So I choked her to death with Caitlyn Jenner's old boxers

There was still some blood from an operational mishap

On the dickflap

Cut the chit chat

Jesus, fuck a Christ, I'm exhausted

You're repulsed

I check my fuckin' pulse, I'm still alive

Everybody askin' questions, not even I know why

Shit

This flow's feeling looser than Woody Allen's kids

A genie with a death wish, how fucking ironic

Robbin' all your Williams till you're hanging from the closet

My mom's crying on the phone, asking me to stop it

But all I can do is laugh because sorry mom, I've lost it

Raunchy, raw raps got a choke on all the critics

Making rash decisions

Like Hitler throwing a bitch fit

Steal a retarded kid's helmet so I can safely do a kick flip

I'll tell an Asian bitch on the bus to move-a-bitch, move

Before I dip my nuts in her Ramen noodle soup

Circumcise a priest

And fucking feed him to the sheep

Till they get indigestion from his fucking Jesus piece

I'm crazier than most, tell me if you're hearing this

I'll fuck Heath Ledger's decrepit corpse and ask it Why so serious

Tiffany told me that she thinks we're alone now

So seems like the perfect time for me to whip my dick out

This is how we're doing it, this is how we get down

I'm making all the parents throw up all over their kids now

Half cracked fag fornicating, you know I don't give a fractured fuck

The mastercut

Got this rough butt fuck junk stuck sounding like some rabid stuff

Clunkin' in the trunk and just

Makin' all the honeys mush

Ridiculous

Here's a hook

If I'm a faggot, you're a slut

And imma fuck you in your cut

Quick trickle of blood on my dick, all over my foreskin

With that 70's bush, so I name my dick Red Foreman

Listen to the radio, grooving to some Kanye

Get greens on the leaves and fuckin' pass out on the highway

I know that I'm ignorant, that's kinda the point, isn't it?

Got a free candy van with a trunk full of kids

Force feed a dyke a couple hundred sausages

But still young enough to have the Pope on my dick

Jerk off in the club until I can make it rain

Busy gettin Krang

Now I drain till she's pained

And I drove her so insane

She's got stains on her vains

Got the pastors praying for my fucking ups to shut

A pregnant bitch with questions fuckin' end up with a ruptured gut

Therapists are scared of us, thinkin that we're fuckin' nuts

Walking round town with that diabetic button strut

Don't say that I don't care because you know I give two fucks

One inside your pussy and one inside your butt

BITCH

Just kidding