I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker
than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give a fuck like a quarter with twenty cent
At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxing
at Happy Camper
It's the fucking financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxing,
I'm taxing
"Fuck 'em all!" What I'm chanting,
don't complain I'm just ranting
Fuck ranking, I'm the best,
I'm the champion's chariot
I'm a liar like Carrey in Liar, Liar
I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott,
cable guy like Larry
Peter Pan in my youth, fucking fairies
I'm using my tooth bait to get
that bitches' teeth paste
Fuck it, odd future some Nazis,
black Nazis don't copy
We perfect, you sloppy,
hotter than Saki Takei
Fuck a label on my jacket,
screw you like a ratchet
Screw you like a black teen on Judge
Hatchett (bitch)
Hang with thrashers and jackers
Drug dealers and crackers,
ap students and slackers
I'm backwards like
Jermaine Dupri in '93
Escaping from concentration camps with
a fucking girl board and a ramp
That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds
that's VVS
Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress,
bitch (yeah)
With some matching pink panties,
lipstick from my granny
Sup on my hat like that
motherfucker friendly
White, red- headed bitch
reminded me of Annie
She dino like my state of mind,
so yeah she understand me (yup)
Fuck You Bunch is here,
never disrespect my family
That's for my little brother, sister,
cousin and my auntie
Wasted fucking youth? All
you old niggas antiques
We go skate,
rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy
Bitches like Tia Landry watching
Billy and Mandy
Motherfuckers wanna be
odd but you can't be
Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me,
faggot (ay)
I guess I got to be a fucking hand- me- down rapper
From
Los Angee area anytime
I'm fucking landing
Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout
out to hype track
Them motherfuckers could
never get rid of me
Guess I gotta do a fucking
song with Dom Kennedy
Get these fucking hip hop
bloggers to start feeling me
Because I'm seventeen,
compose my own beats
Lyrically I'm dope enough to ass-
fuck the dude who made nicotine
Maybe I should buy some hundreds,
wear some fucking skinny jeans
And follow in your footsteps like
a motherfucking millipede
Centipede, make songs about
Gucci and ciggaweed
Jerk with my freshmen like it's
some motherfucking little league
No, I'm not no fucking hipster, mister
No, I'm not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my
fucking fans love me
Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies,
yo, yo (OF)
I'm driving in a stolen truck and I'm probably fucking drunk
Wasted as fuck, can't walk it out,
DJ Unk (Unk)
My nose is filled with coke and
my license is revoked
(Shut the fuck up)
Who the fuck told me not to
spoke? (Me)
Fuck everybody here,
everybody vanished, I'm managed
Hop off my dick and make
a fucking sandwich
Everybody listening can
suck my dick in Spanish
Fuck you (shit), faggot
(fuckingbastard)
Yeah, um,
as you can probably
tell from listening to this record
I was, I was probably angry,
probably on my period
But um, I didn't mean to offend anyone,
alright, I'm lying, OF