Immunity

[Verse]
Can I say something?
(Yeah) Something (Uh...)
I don't give a fuck if I become king (Nah)
I just want a slut with a tongue ring for a fun fling
Where she sucks on my nuts like a dumpling
Yeah, I just wanna numb things
But the radio's only wantin' the fun things
Imagine they see me on a three-week rum-binge
Mumbling like a dumb cunt tryna hump things
Mmmm, it's a bad look, I may say
Probably why my dad took a vacay
Left through the door
I guess I got less than I rooted for, like a fat hooker's payday
Every time I rap good and make waves
All these fakes say, "That shouldn't gain praise
What a wack sook, he just rambles to prosper
Pan full of lobster, that could get cray-cray"
Put your MacBook away, mate, nobody cares
Bet you got no body hairs
You act so snobby 'cause you basically have no hobbies
Just makin' these tracks nobody shares
Not aware of the hill I hopped
I go hard until I flop, yeah, still I drop
Better records than anyone in the scene does
I don't need drugs for the skill I got, the pill I pop's
The booth when I drop the noose
It's like Shakespeare date-raped Dr. Seuss
I got some shoes to fill with rap, fill the gap
Like I got seduced by a prostitute who lost a tooth
Now I get lots of views;
Lots of dudes assume I went boxin' blue, that's not the truth
Just 'cause I never remember your mum's name
Doesn't mean I forgot my roots
Hahahaha, fuck you
I'll fuck your fiancee at your buck's do
With a dust-broom, as I'm yellin' "fuck grooms" and I bust two nuts
Would give a fuck, but I'm just too nuts to
Do I cuss too much, dude?
Should I just do stuff you can just do drugs to?
I'm already a bit looney, mate
To hallucinate, I don't need to munch through mushrooms
What the fuck's new? I'm a super-villain
I can prove it when I'm sittin' in an Uber chillin'
If the driver enjoys it for a sec
Then I get all these voices in my head sayin' you should kill him
You should fill him with knife wounds and glass
Link 'em up to your iTunes and laugh
There's no tellin' what you might do in the right mood
Die too and you'll fly through the charts!
That's Jordy... a tad gorey...
I won't bore you all with his back-story but
Just know when the murders begin that it's
Certainly him who buries the scraps for me
The Jack saw me, damn, that's awkies
Playin' forty, Sam; hacksaw me!
Now hide your weed inside of that grey bag
What's it say on the fuckin' name tag, 'Corby?'
Ugh, I'm a man of sin, I plan to win
And brand your skin then jam it in
The bin like a mandarin, no standard limits
Standin' a chance with this champion
So hand this man some cans of gin and just
Wait till the rants begin as I'm standin' in
Pamela Anderson's mansion, ramblin'
Kid Rock better put the ransom in, dawg
When it comes to depressed fat kids
I confess, I'm the best that's lived in this stressed rap biz
I'm the saviour that came from above
You're as fake as the love that a step-dad gives
I don't know what a set-back is
Even if I'm less active and I get slack with
Shreddin' tracks and instead smash piss
I resurrect quicker than my ex had kids, I'm a beast
Even though I'm open and sobbin' the flows that I'm droppin'
I jot 'em so these blokes are forgotten
Then float to the bottom, so go and stick some coke in ya noggin
You be slippin' up on the snow like you're a broken toboggan (Yeah)
You don't even need to know what I'm plottin'
Just know that it's rotten and has your Mrs ovaries throbbin'
I'm overly sockin' and this ain't even as gross as I've gotten
Been untouchable, the moment that I rose from the coffin, so (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Whatchu gon' do to me? (Huh?)
Whatchu gon' do to me? (Nothin')
I'm already dead inside (Yeah)
I've got immunity (What?)
Whatchu gon' do to me? (Huh?)
Whatchu gon' do to me? (Nothin')
I'm already dead inside (Yeah)
I've got immunity