i’m a f-ckin’ walkin’ paradox, no i’m not
threesomes with a f****n’ triceratops, reptar
rappin’ as i’m mockin’ deaf rock stars
wearin’ synthetic wigs made of anwar’s dreadlocks
bedrock, harder than a muthaf-ckin’ flintstone
makin’ crack rocks outta pissy n-gga fishbone
this n-gga jasper tryna get grown
about five-seven of his b*****s in my bedroom
swallow the cinnamon, i’mma scribble this sin and s**t
while syd is tellin’ me that she’s been gettin’ intimate with men
syd, shut the f**k up
here’s the number to my therapist
tell him all your problems, he’s f-ckin’ awesome with listenin’
wolf haley, golf wang
jesus called, he said he’s sick of the disses
i told him to quit bitchin’, this isn’t a f-ckin’ hotline
for a f-ckin’ shrink, sheesh i already got mine
and he’s not f-ckin’ workin’, i think i’m wastin’ my damn time
i’m clockin’ three past six and goin’ postal
this the revenge of the dicks, that’s nine c***s that c**k nines
this ain’t no v tech s**t or columbine
but after bowlin’, i went home to some damn adventure time
(what’d you do?) i slipped myself some pink xanies
and danced around the house in all-over print panties
my mom’s gone, that f****n’ broad will never understand me
i’m not g*y, i just wanna boogie to some marvin
(what you think of hayley williams?)
f-ck her, wolf haley robbin’ ‘em
i’ll crash that f-ckin’ airplane at that f****t n-gga b.o.b is in
and stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus
and won’t stop until the cops come in
i’m an over achiever, so how ’bout i start a team of leaders
and pick up stevie wonder to be the wide receiver
green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
all i want, f-ck money, diamonds and b*****s, don’t need ‘em
but where the fat ones at, i got somethin’ to feed ‘em
in some cookin’ books the black kids never wanted to read ‘em
snap back, green ch-ch-chia f-ckin’ leaves
it’s been a couple months, and tina still ain’t permed her f****n’ weave, damn
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