Spoiler alert
I came here to titty twist saliva glands
So place your bets, save your breath and hissy fit firebrand
I can't entertain these eery rock'n'roll staples
Like spendthrift, I spin discs on periodical tables
Take the basejump that makes you barf Wheathins
Your showreel's bone meal under the stage lights
My everyday's a coming-o-age c*nt's carpe diem
And this is why I treat LA like…
She my bottom b**h, cuz you my bottom b**h
Its safe to say what you think I'm saying's a crock of sh**
Because we fight a lot like this was Gaza Strip
But you my bottom b**h watch me make these chocolate chips
You my bottom b**h, why you my bottom b**h?
Because you think I'm the source of all awesomeness
So be my bottom b**h come and be my bottom b**h
I look good in print so I keep the desk light always on
Here's a glimpse into the s**life of automatons
My every evening is an M night Shyamalan
Lackluster ending where I spend nights at Comiccon
I ain't from here, I'm from some ragtag ferris wheel
I blew the horn ‘cuz you were born smack dab in squaresville
For a limited time you get to view the purple lotus
Plus I give soulseekers that Youtuberculosis
Y'all polish wood and just leave a sleek finish
But I'll score Bollywood when my mood piece is finished
I don't acknowledge hoods I eat good and speak Finish
With secret sects on Meet the Press yet please the left and tease cynics
Teen s** and free clinics is your town's greatest resource
As if falling off's a motherf**ing resource
So I entertain the young star baby gaga grudge match which tugs at
The lumbar ganglia, so I'm hunchbacked
You my bottom botch, LA you my bottom b**h
To love me your heart most be bottomless
But to me you are precious, I'm on some Gollum sh**
But you my bottom b**h from top to the bottom b**h
You my bottom b**h, yes you are
Them other n***as don't hustle they just cotton pick
But me honey, I bathe in lava pits
You can not take the budgetary woes so your live band's on a charter bus
Openers get poked with spurs screaming ‘I am Spartacus'
I put a fine comb to the flightplan of you starter-ups
They need rides home when I'm in Iceland in armored trucks
Rolling up to places on that VIP sh**
Head's swivel, I wet my whistle with these ice tea sips
You'll offer me a loaf of bread a cot and a sofa bed
Cuz your scene's dying in need of an IV drip
And I'm Chinese medicine, you guys need to headspin
When I press bu*tons
Yet nine times out of ten this LA tea party swabs balls
So I'm Lee Harvey Oswald with a call time
Fall in line yougin' because I'm posted at the speedtrap
I've been here so long my n***a that I bleed tree sap
You overdressed sleestaks rap with swollen urinary tracks
You're very wack, give me my scene back