[Chorus]

I've got something for you

Can you tell me more?

Yeah, come on in

When you come in, close the door

I'm just sick and fucked up

About what's been going on

All these bastard ass fuck goblins shitting on my lawn

[Verse 1]

Pseudo street persona, grovel to your owner

Glad I don't know you

That embarrassing shit that you do

Hit me with the goosebumps

I sit and laugh at your crew

But I'm sure it ain't that funny to you

I don't give a fuck

I just stay in the crease

Mind my own business 'til I need a release

I'm sick of old white men

Sick of terms and conditions

Sick of politicians

Sick of carbon footprints

Sick of tradition

Sick of public submission

Sick of all these bitch made vultures never asking permission

Sick of racism coming straight out of the system

And everywhere else

[Chorus]

I've got something for you

Can you tell me more?

Yeah, come on in

When you come in, close the door

I'm just sick and fucked up

About what's been going on

All these bastard ass fuck goblins shitting on my lawn

I've got something for you

Can you tell me more?

Yeah, come on in

When you come in, close the door

I'm just sick and fucked up

About what's been going on

All these bastard ass fuck goblins shitting on my lawn

[Verse 2]

I don't care if I get copied

'Cause when I was your age

I would maybe get sloppy

But I didn't take it quite to that level

Catch you acting like a sneaky lil' devil

It gets testy when you take it too far

Calling my family from a town out far

Fuck you kid, now I have your address

And in a second I could put your racist ass to bed

Just shut the fuck up and go with the flow

I'm sure I'll be running into your ass at the next show

It'll get nice and awkward when you see me

Give you a real overdose of the VV

Shout out to Wharfwhit

Fuck off