[Verse 1]

Trading PlayStation games for drugs

I got for blowjobs and hugs

And I bootleg the shit

Blaze it while I burn a rip

Take a trip while I print out a cover with a click

Teach, one thing you should know about me

Is I don't fuck with homework

The whole thing is transactional to me

I'm smart enough to make it work

Does it hurt? Should I slow it down?

Or take it out, word?

What's the dirt? Gossip is my fuckin' lurk

Gauze applied with alcohol upon

The burn where it hurts

Alcohol 120%

Look at me, I'm countin' zenny

Hella nice but never friendly

Blue Raz Ice? I got plenty

If you're buying then I'm selling

If you got it, I can spend it

I'm robotic and dependent

Interested? I can lend it

Put it in a song

I got him on the ground

I love him really long

I say he's really strong

I tell him all time

He better get me high

He better make me cry

[Chorus]

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing

It's all abuse to me

If you're really feeling it, though

I guess that's fucking news to me

You scour the Internet for

Art that makes you feel supreme

I spit semen onto a beat

You love that it isn't mainstream

You love that it isn't mainstream

[Verse 2]

I jack to the sound of the underground on SoundCloud

Where they rap in the clouds

And I put it up loud, loud, loud, loud, loud

Loud, loud as I'm allowed, either 'cause I'm gonna

Piss off mom or the neighbors

My behavior's so lame, the enablers

Are the hipsters that I'm friends with

It's a shamer, I'm a failure

All A's 'til I started gettin' into vapor

I'm not a vaper, though, I meant wave

I might wave when I see you at the rave

Not really, I don't go to those

But if you do then I might reconsider everything I know

Starting with my clothes, gotta get rid of those

I mean mainly so that I can fuck you

But more importantly so that I can suck you dry

Everything you like is gonna be my new type

Go to Hot Topic, get a new hair dye

Electric lime with a hot pink stripe

Pinstripe contacts that blind your sight

Do it for the love of the art and the game

Knowledge is power and beauty is pain

Did you come to the station to stand in the rain?

You purchased a ticket, so get on the train

Take the credit before someone else writes their name

Tell me that I'm good at

Everything I'm doing

Tell me that I couldn't

Ever fuckin' leave you

Tell me if I leave you'll

Try to kill yourself

And then I'll probably leave

And masturbate myself

[Chorus]

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing

It's all abuse to me

If you're really feeling it, though

I guess that's fucking news to me

You scour the Internet for

Sluts that make you feel supreme

I cumswap back into your mouth

And you hate that it's mainstream

(I jack to the sound of the underground)

[Verse 3]

Trading your paycheck for cassettes and VHSes

You don't have a way to play, but it's okay

'Cause you don't even really like 'em anyway

'Cept for the occasional poorly dubbed anime

No one listens to the shit, like no one listens to the bitch

Getting her brains kicked out, turn it up hella loud

And then blow your load, wipe it on your new clothes

Throw 'em in the wash to get that washed out glow

Or leave it, let it get—

Talking shit, like I said, gossip is my fucking lurk

I litescribe a CD-R of SimCity 3000

It's more special when you make it by yourself

In your bedroom while you're hiding from your hell

Backup my heart and sell my soul

Come on, daddy, bleed it out

Let it go, feel me out

I can give you what you want

If what you want is in my mouth

You get as hard as you listen

I lay in the shower while you piss on me

Yeah, this edge is so sharp

That it could kill like a shark

So equip it in the dark

If you love me, fuck me hard

[Chorus]

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing

It's all abuse to me

If you're really feeling it, though

I guess that's fucking news to me

You scour the Internet for

Art that makes you feel supreme

I spit semen onto a beat

You love that it isn't mainstream

You love that it isn't mainstream

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing

It's all abuse to me

If you're really feeling it, though

I guess that's fucking news to me

You scour the Internet for

Art that makes you feel supreme

I spit semen onto a beat

You love that it isn't mainstream

You love that it isn't mainstream