Delicious wings. (flames.)

[Verse]
No water under the bridge with you trolls
These are my Peter Parker "Black Suit" flows
Shot web down your throat like Peter North, brought pork to your Seder
The recalcitrant leader of a cult formed from exiled 4chan users
Gore spammed to your girlfriend's computer
I swear to Yeezus, this ain't a rant, it's a threat I can't promise, 'cause futures aren't guaranteed

I'm just honest

Screaming at the Burger King cashier, "Hurry up with my damn croissantwich!"
Standing topless on the counter
Frantic; frisky; sweaty and aroused
It's almost ready now, I can taste it
My 15 minutes of fame; with bacon
Aww yiss! Muthafuckin' breadcrumbs!
Rappers don't make shit but scraps, and news flash:

You don't do shit but rap

Sorry, internal monologue
I'm a clown that can't juggle a lot of balls
That's a fraud, even worse, it's impersonating something that seemingly lacks apparent worth

Can't a young nigga make the whites smile anymore?
Aren't I your hilarious project?
Am I not everything you wanted?
I am my experiment gone wrong
This is not a song
This is every day that begins with confidence only to end in a pile of common sense, contradiction, and me cocking my dick
Awww, skeet skeet, God damned me again...

... Awww, skeet skeet, God damned me