Hey, Bastards, Listen to me when I Spit
Lyrics comin' fresher than a damn shaved private
Greatness, I'm eatin' six crackers in a minute
When it comes to yo girls pussy, you know I am In It
I Get her hotter than a male model shirtless
You can call me blue collar, Cuz I know how to work this
I'm winning this rap game, you can Call it charlie Sheen
Beat goes hard, like a dick behind a mack screen
Think about that, bitch. You know what I Mean
You're momma sure knows, she's hotter than a fever
And she's chewing on my wood, like a god damn beaver
Racing optomotrist, player you know Eye go
Flow is so pro, bro; Mayo or Carmelo
Bitch envy me, got the fucking ability
To murk and disembody any MC like OJ or Anthony
I hope you're a fucking fizzishing, cuz I'm puking, illing
You better drive a fucking herse, I'm just killing
Any punk-ass fool like a motherfucking villing
You know I get it in the morning like Jay Cloe
And if the bitch pussy's too loose, stick it in the asshole
I'm but a novice in this game, making lots of zeros
Fuck Odd Future, They're a bunch of Fucking weirdos
But I must admit, Tyler is my fucking hero
I kill more rappers on the motherfucking Mike
Than Hitler used showers, to kill those fucking Kykes
And fuck Marshall Mathers, just a blackened white guy
I have a girthy penis, and yours is skinny like a chink eye
Bithces hunting for my dick, like they're fucking captain Ahab
If they find it, i'll blow their brains out like an arab
Bitches might think I have emotion or that I give two fucks
Must of got their testy liscense, driving me nuts
Think I want a girlfriend, it's bust on'er chest or bust
And if we get down, we'll get dirtier than Mike Rowe
But since I fuck the best, I gotta fuck a nice ho
I don't fuck around with pot, that shit's homosexual
Get drunk and go to class, makes you intellectual
I think I said it already, I'm with your girl getting sexual
Told my friends that I'm a satan fan, feeling isn't mutual
I Don't Know what I'm rapping for, can't be shit for shit
No, fuck me, I'mma be a success, I'mma be a hit
Man I blow, no I fucking won't, I fucking sick duck
Don't even look the part, I'mma oar sigh, ugly as fuck
Douche-bitch, I don't even talk right, god awful grammar
And I wanna be an artist, I stutter and I stammer
Shut up me! Where's my god damn medication at?
Marshall, Tyler, Aaron would think you're fucking crap
Those faggots are unnormal...I'm a cat
Choking chicken in my room, almost ripped my cock off
In denial, think my careers about to take a lift off
Fuck school, it's bullshit, my teachers can all piss off
Saying I want education's like saying im not bipolar
I Just envision my wang rubbin on a classmates moler
I'mma go to Hollywood, be a star, call me fucking solar
Think I might sell my soul to the fucking devil
Gotta reach Hell somehow, get a fucking shovel
In fact, I think I might replace that damn Satan prick
Bless every kid with a dad like mine, a fucking alchoholic
Mom walked in on me writing this, she doesn't understand
I just wish I could fuck someone other than Mrs. Left-Hand
Wanna find a real chick, stuff my fruit into her blender
Creepy note cards and naked pics i'll probably send her
Serial Rapist, catch me in the pantry fucking corn flakes
Big Damn Jew Nose, crawl into the oven as my family bakes
Take too many pills, drink some syrup for my coughin
I'll just fuckin go out, Tim can buy a fuckin Coffin