I must ask you to sit on this moustache, Every single day, all I do is bust ass, Pussy poppin', every single day, Pussy poppin' then I'm handin' you a bus pass, Yolandi Visser said that I'm "The Answer", I eat more pussy than cervical cancer, Knockin' boots, sandals and moccasins, I keep that booty rockin' like it got Parkinson's, Got cheddar, not mayo, every day though I got yayo like I'm Scott Bayo, Pullin' out full clip, sell the street, Pull down my lip have yourself a seat, Always on my grind, call me Tony Hawk, Only thing harder than my grind is my cock, Hard as brick, thick as E. Honda, Give your clit a little rip when I slip in my anaconda, Ray Bans, call me Fear and Loathing, Name brand all over my clothing, Cover her in white, She lookin' ghostly, Oppisite of tight, She lookin' Goatse, I'ma start the party, Not Saint Augustine, Ball so hard that nothing came out of me, Gettin' plastered off blue pills and syrup, Spittin' nastier than two girls and one cup, yo, Every single day, I'm hustlin', If I'm gettin' laid, I'm bustin' in, I'm your dream guy, Ain't dinner but I'm feedin' you sausage and then I'm givin' you the creampie, When I feed I eat more than Galactus, When I breed I need a porn actress, She can keep up, until the sun up, Stick her to the ceiling, get her ready for my come up, My dick: Equestrian, My chick: Former lesbian, P********t's junk don't catch sex bugs, Now get me love-drunk off them triple-x jugs, Ask your lyin' girl why my hand stink, Unreliable; call me TransLink, I'm the awesome paragon, On this track I brought bombs in my backpack: Boston Marathon.

I got a bone to pick with capitalism, And a few to break, Refused to spit that fascist catacalysm, I'm profusely used to change, I strictly search to shoot ya, With no suture, Drink Kombucha, Hell yeah I'm off kilter, No shit you got a picture perfect future, That's only 'cause you chose a nice filter, Make a funeral sick, Bitin' mics to your liking, Fightin' the frightened white right wing, Rollin' usual shit, Roman numeral six: I'm the VI VI VI King, S**t is in the building, Snacks is in my belly, Dickslap your face so hard you're gonna need a bandage like Nelly, Watch your temperaments change in an instance, Against rulers like I hate measuring distance, They all try to sleep while they try to make the world end - These high fashion anglo-saxons, They rape passion while these fakes try to cash in, I'm balls-deep in your girlfriend while you're out gay bashing, Bet he's getting her, S**t, the pussy-wettener, Throwin' Pol Pot to the bull pit, No bullshit, Feedin' ricin to that rapist Mike Tyson, We only got beef 'cause you over-hunted bison, The only flow you joes know is in your nose from cocaine and running boogers, It's the shit to me that your indignity is explicity epitome of profane and Dunning Kruger, Yo, Run the trap, Just don't run the tap dude, Worship golden calves, nothing bad will happen to you, Your rhyme's stale, you're sucking like a vacuum, A Clydesdale, but only in my pants dude, Hand you cash and bust nuts like a cashew, I be makin' rap tunes that these strippers can't dance to.

Fuck religion and all their flawed, weird denizens, I take "Dear God!" and I turn that shit to venison, Take churches and I burn 'em like Burzum, The wolf's in this goat skin, Shun the rules, Run The Jewels, Shift the paradigm from these whack rappin' crap artists shittin' pairs of rhymes, I spit fresh like I just brushed my teeth, Shut your pussy mouth like I just hushed a queef, Slayin' punani, I'm bad company like Weyland-Yutani, When Chief Keef speaks he's the illest, He's the best, He could be the next Wesley Willis, Have you seen my phone? My lyrics on it are flawless, I'm not a xenophobe, I love Lucy Lawless, Flow so heavy you're gonna need a Kotex, Talkin' more shit than Germans having throat sex, It's me versus your verses about bluffing, Artistic cancers, Empty lyrics, your song's about nothing: George Costanza stanzas, Glisten like a cyst, What the pace, This clown's pissed, Dick's in the face of your bitch so much I should rename this shit "Chris Brown's Fist".

One time for your mind, Squeeze of lemon, squeeze of lime, Citrus, I'ma stick this thirteen inches straight into your asshole, Make the tuna cheesy like I'm making casserole, On tracks like a train stop, Got racks and bitches; make the pain stop, If the booty look delicious I make the rain drop, Ball more vicious than a Chain Chomp, P********t, the poser disposer, Destructor of 'Busters, call me Gozer, Cat got your tongue, I got a gat for a tongue, I'ma chew you up, Then spit you out, Then chew you up, Then shit you out, Then eat some more so then you get shit on, And it'll happen while I'm fast rappin'; Wipe my ass with the napkin that Death Grips quit on, Just desserts, Pollute the pudding, The Radio's retarded, Cuba Good, Don't stop beliebin', White girl flow so odd that I literally can't even, Jay-Z loves me more than Jay-Z does love Beyonce, Kanye loves me more than Kanye does love Kanye, Illuminati or nice, I got and want all my rights, Roll deep like underwater dice, Sent her tulips, then your ma rode my penis in style, Censor music; put a bra on the Venus De Milo, Out of luck and lost I'm the one who struck his boss and now I'm buckin' shots and ducking cops, Thug or not gimme what you got, I'm the juggernaut of fuckin' thought, And I'm working to inverting every fucking cross, Yo, Hornier than oxen, More cock than male chicken, Eatin' out so often like I don't got a kitchen, Off the books like I sell a loan, Off the hook like a telephone, Pinch hitter, I make your skin shiver, Put my penis in your shitter then I tweet it on my Twitter, Must be earless I don't hear my rivals, Fearless and peerless like I lost my eyeballs, Do raps and then I do the rapture, End religious bitches who be out to pasture, Kick the livestock to the sidewalk, Give the Cyclops eyedrops, watch him lose the stature, Huffing paint, getting high like Bob Ross, Sriracha bottle, I spit that hot cock sauce, Faces stacked so high upon my scrotum that this pole of mine might as well be totem, Smarten up son, Slow up then roll up before I sharpen the tongue that gave Samson a bowl cut, Move forward, Ondele, Get on with it hombre, Choose a side like you ordered an entree, I'm the man of course, call me Kojack, Part horse, call me Bojack, Steven Segall with my gold chain on, I got them monster balls like Pokemon, Rap game crap, I'ma win this, I'ma run the trap out of business, Selfies and liquor, Came with a lean limp, Sell an LP quick, I'm Jaime Meline's Pimp.

Fuck religion and all their flawed, weird denizens, I take "Dear God!" and I turn that shit to venison, Take churches and I burn 'em like Burzum, The wolf's in this goat skin, Shun the rules, Run The Jewels, Shift the paradigm from these whack rappin' crap artists shittin' pairs of rhymes, I spit fresh like I just brushed my teeth, Shut your pussy mouth like I just hushed a queef, Slayin' punani, I'm bad company like Weyland-Yutani, When Chief Keef speaks he's the illest, He's the best, He could be the next Wesley Willis, Have you seen my phone? My lyrics on it are flawless, I'm not a xenophobe, I love Lucy Lawless, Flow so heavy you're gonna need a Kotex, Talkin' more shit than Germans having throat sex, It's me versus your verses about bluffing, Artistic cancers, Empty lyrics, your song's about nothing: George Costanza stanzas, Glisten like a cyst, What the pace, This clown's pissed, Dick's in the face of your bitch so much I should rename this shit "Chris Brown's Fist".

I got a bone to pick with capitalism, And a few to break, Refused to spit that fascist catacalysm, I'm profusely used to change, I strictly search to shoot ya, With no suture, Drink Kombucha, Hell yeah I'm off kilter, No shit you got a picture perfect future, That's only 'cause you chose a nice filter, Make a funeral sick, Bitin' mics to your liking, Fightin' the frightened white right wing, Rollin' usual shit, Roman numeral six: I'm the VI VI VI King, S**t is in the building, Snacks is in my belly, Dickslap your face so hard you're gonna need a bandage like Nelly, Watch your temperaments change in an instance, Against rulers like I hate measuring distance, They all try to sleep while they try to make the world end - These high fashion anglo-saxons, They rape passion while these fakes try to cash in, I'm balls-deep in your girlfriend while you're out gay bashing, Bet he's getting her, S**t, the pussy-wettener, Throwin' Pol Pot to the bull pit, No bullshit, Feedin' ricin to that rapist Mike Tyson, We only got beef 'cause you over-hunted bison, The only flow you joes know is in your nose from cocaine and running boogers, It's the shit to me that your indignity is explicity epitome of profane and Dunning Kruger, Yo, Run the trap, Just don't run the tap dude, Worship golden calves, nothing bad will happen to you, Your rhyme's stale, you're sucking like a vacuum, A Clydesdale, but only in my pants dude, Hand you cash and bust nuts like a cashew, I be makin' rap tunes that these strippers can't dance to.

Fuck religion and all their flawed, weird denizens, I take "Dear God!" and I turn that shit to venison, Take churches and I burn 'em like Burzum, The wolf's in this goat skin, Shun the rules, Run The Jewels, Shift the paradigm from these whack rappin' crap artists shittin' pairs of rhymes, I spit fresh like I just brushed my teeth, Shut your pussy mouth like I just hushed a queef, Slayin' punani, I'm bad company like Weyland-Yutani, When Chief Keef speaks he's the illest, He's the best, He could be the next Wesley Willis, Have you seen my phone? My lyrics on it are flawless, I'm not a xenophobe, I love Lucy Lawless, Flow so heavy you're gonna need a Kotex, Talkin' more shit than Germans having throat sex, It's me versus your verses about bluffing, Artistic cancers, Empty lyrics, your song's about nothing: George Costanza stanzas, Glisten like a cyst, What the pace, This clown's pissed, Dick's in the face of your bitch so much I should rename this shit "Chris Brown's Fist".

One time for your mind, Squeeze of lemon, squeeze of lime, Citrus, I'ma stick this thirteen inches straight into your asshole, Make the tuna cheesy like I'm making casserole, On tracks like a train stop, Got racks and bitches; make the pain stop, If the booty look delicious I make the rain drop, Ball more vicious than a Chain Chomp, P********t, the poser disposer, Destructor of 'Busters, call me Gozer, Cat got your tongue, I got a gat for a tongue, I'ma chew you up, Then spit you out, Then chew you up, Then shit you out, Then eat some more so then you get shit on, And it'll happen while I'm fast rappin'; Wipe my ass with the napkin that Death Grips quit on, Just desserts, Pollute the pudding, The Radio's retarded, Cuba Good, Don't stop beliebin', White girl flow so odd that I literally can't even, Jay-Z loves me more than Jay-Z does love Beyonce, Kanye loves me more than Kanye does love Kanye, Illuminati or nice, I got and want all my rights, Roll deep like underwater dice, Sent her tulips, then your ma rode my penis in style, Censor music; put a bra on the Venus De Milo, Out of luck and lost I'm the one who struck his boss and now I'm buckin' shots and ducking cops, Thug or not gimme what you got, I'm the juggernaut of fuckin' thought, And I'm working to inverting every fucking cross, Yo, Hornier than oxen, More cock than male chicken, Eatin' out so often like I don't got a kitchen, Off the books like I sell a loan, Off the hook like a telephone, Pinch hitter, I make your skin shiver, Put my penis in your shitter then I tweet it on my Twitter, Must be earless I don't hear my rivals, Fearless and peerless like I lost my eyeballs, Do raps and then I do the rapture, End religious bitches who be out to pasture, Kick the livestock to the sidewalk, Give the Cyclops eyedrops, watch him lose the stature, Huffing paint, getting high like Bob Ross, Sriracha bottle, I spit that hot cock sauce, Faces stacked so high upon my scrotum that this pole of mine might as well be totem, Smarten up son, Slow up then roll up before I sharpen the tongue that gave Samson a bowl cut, Move forward, Ondele, Get on with it hombre, Choose a side like you ordered an entree, I'm the man of course, call me Kojack, Part horse, call me Bojack, Steven Segall with my gold chain on, I got them monster balls like Pokemon, Rap game crap, I'ma win this, I'ma run the trap out of business, Selfies and liquor, Came with a lean limp, Sell an LP quick, I'm Jaime Meline's Pimp.

Fuck religion and all their flawed, weird denizens, I take "Dear God!" and I turn that shit to venison, Take churches and I burn 'em like Burzum, The wolf's in this goat skin, Shun the rules, Run The Jewels, Shift the paradigm from these whack rappin' crap artists shittin' pairs of rhymes, I spit fresh like I just brushed my teeth, Shut your pussy mouth like I just hushed a queef, Slayin' punani, I'm bad company like Weyland-Yutani, When Chief Keef speaks he's the illest, He's the best, He could be the next Wesley Willis, Have you seen my phone? My lyrics on it are flawless, I'm not a xenophobe, I love Lucy Lawless, Flow so heavy you're gonna need a Kotex, Talkin' more shit than Germans having throat sex, It's me versus your verses about bluffing, Artistic cancers, Empty lyrics, your song's about nothing: George Costanza stanzas, Glisten like a cyst, What the pace, This clown's pissed, Dick's in the face of your bitch so much I should rename this shit "Chris Brown's Fist".

One time for your mind, Squeeze of lemon, squeeze of lime, Citrus, I'ma stick this thirteen inches straight into your asshole, Make the tuna cheesy like I'm making casserole, On tracks like a train stop, Got racks and bitches; make the pain stop, If the booty look delicious I make the rain drop, Ball more vicious than a Chain Chomp, P********t, the poser disposer, Destructor of 'Busters, call me Gozer, Cat got your tongue, I got a gat for a tongue, I'ma chew you up, Then spit you out, Then chew you up, Then shit you out, Then eat some more so then you get shit on, And it'll happen while I'm fast rappin'; Wipe my ass with the napkin that Death Grips quit on, Just desserts, Pollute the pudding, The Radio's retarded, Cuba Good, Don't stop beliebin', White girl flow so odd that I literally can't even, Jay-Z loves me more than Jay-Z does love Beyonce, Kanye loves me more than Kanye does love Kanye, Illuminati or nice, I got and want all my rights, Roll deep like underwater dice, Sent her tulips, then your ma rode my penis in style, Censor music; put a bra on the Venus De Milo, Out of luck and lost I'm the one who struck his boss and now I'm buckin' shots and ducking cops, Thug or not gimme what you got, I'm the juggernaut of fuckin' thought, And I'm working to inverting every fucking cross, Yo, Hornier than oxen, More cock than male chicken, Eatin' out so often like I don't got a kitchen, Off the books like I sell a loan, Off the hook like a telephone, Pinch hitter, I make your skin shiver, Put my penis in your shitter then I tweet it on my Twitter, Must be earless I don't hear my rivals, Fearless and peerless like I lost my eyeballs, Do raps and then I do the rapture, End religious bitches who be out to pasture, Kick the livestock to the sidewalk, Give the Cyclops eyedrops, watch him lose the stature, Huffing paint, getting high like Bob Ross, Sriracha bottle, I spit that hot cock sauce, Faces stacked so high upon my scrotum that this pole of mine might as well be totem, Smarten up son, Slow up then roll up before I sharpen the tongue that gave Samson a bowl cut, Move forward, Ondele, Get on with it hombre, Choose a side like you ordered an entree, I'm the man of course, call me Kojack, Part horse, call me Bojack, Steven Segall with my gold chain on, I got them monster balls like Pokemon, Rap game crap, I'ma win this, I'ma run the trap out of business, Selfies and liquor, Came with a lean limp, Sell an LP quick, I'm Jaime Meline's Pimp.