WHAT THE FUCK

[Verse 1]
Smoking on grass like my lawn was on fire
I'm a bad influence, so there's no one to inspire
I could hit a fuckin' lick like an ice cream cone
On ya' bitch, on ya' couch when there's nobody at home
I have very bad thoughts that's been going through my noggin
You don't wanna hear those, I could kill you while you're joggin'
Or I'll toss you in the blender, hop to it like I'm froggin'
Wait, let me switch the subject, I don't wanna make you nauseous

[Verse 2]
Four, three, two, one
Grams in the zip, yeah, I smoke it 'til it's done
No, I don't go outside, I sit around 'cause it's fun
And I'm lacking vitamin D 'cause I rarely see the sun
I've been sitting at my desk for days and weeks at a time
Sitting there and wondering when it's my time to shine
I got too many ideas just trapped inside my mind
If I had the will to do it, everything would turn out fine

[Verse 3]
What the fuck?
I count money, no bankrolls
Food— food on the plate, dinner served, it's a plateful
I crash my whip on the freeway
He say, leeway, no way, I'm a puss-ay
You get bitches? You get money?
That's all I hear you say, man, get funny
My flow silly and I do not care
Giving out wet willies, throw your hands in the air
Same meal each day, so I don't think
Spend time in my room doin' nothing
Sometimes, I can't handle myself
If I'm spittin' too hard, I need to sandal myself
'Cause I'm flooding the streets with the shit I be saying
I been cuffin' my pants 'cause of what I'm conveying
And if you don't like this, I can spit in your face
You'll be the next piece of shit that I put in their place