[intro]

Hey, how you doin today?

We are … not your kind

Not your kind

[verse 1]

Tundra, i make the ground rumble

And with thunder on my side i can fuck zues’s mother—fucker

Wanna try me and ill spazz out

Lose my fucking mind and then ill leave him in a glass house

Then i ask zues “yo, can you bring the hail down?

Bring the fuckin crib down? leave him in a glass grave?”

Get gushers for the god named “tenny” and ground MGK?

Okay, you want the fucker dead? i can make it that way

Fuck yo mom in every way, doggy style, missionary

Yo dads tied up in the basement, screaming, pleading

Wishin he never nutted in ya motha, now its she screaming

Cut open her stomach and i see my dick coming

Thru, do you have the time bruh?

I got places to be and i got bitches to punk

I got faggots to fuck, yo i hope you know you suck

You ain't shit, yo momma hate you, thats why she let me fuck

She wishes i was her son, but theres no blood so i can still fuck

And tuck, that belly button in

Give her tummy tuck, her bladder bust and then the rust on my bike

Ayy, stop fucking up my ride bro

Ill jump up off the porch and then ill stab you in the whore, ayy

[interlude]

Not your kind

Not your kind

Ayo i got this verse, i got this verse

[verse 2]

Oh i know my place in the worldly a-claim

Everyone hates me, all of them just the same

Because i rap about rape, drugs and torture, hold the door for her

Go by any pronouns thats how much i do not give a fuck

You listen to rappers that be talkin like they actors

Factors, they cappers, dont know where they going

They lost in the sauce and its lost in translation

Hold the fornication, this was mac millers claymation

[verse 3]

12 bars left of copying the copiers

First it was one beer, second was the odd todd’s

If you wanna make it in this game you must beat all the odds

And dont you download any mods

You do this on your own, dont sit on anothers throne

We ain't mall santas we dont want the flash photography

Murder in 3rd degree, hurt her with the words i speak

You a little pussy, wanna fight me? get thru my words

Of virgins speaking, fuck im seething in anger

Fight me, pussy, ill just rape ya sister

Then kidnap yo daughter imma demon without a martyr

Im an artist with no canvas or a father