*You in your closet, closet dil*o (laughing)*
I'm at home on the globe where the roadside merchant chant lull can't be ignored/
Swole little worker ants/ Germs in a slide slanted break stance: falling dance/
YOU SAID YOUR OWN DREAMS WERE BORING, YOU'RE WACK/
That's why I'm never f**in taking you back/
And you can stand there poutin, little b**h and swell/
An opera worth you to tell/ A copper wish in a well/
I wanna climb a blood fountain to hell!/
I wanna see my face from outside a building/
You in your closet pocket-dilding/
Cult cla** past mothership brothership/ snugglless body here, hug and kiss bu*ton-lips/
Chumps new front tooth chipped through the sunroof/
Make your son do kung fu run throughs, I got hoops to jump through at dawn in an army helmet/
And do sit-ups, crunch/
I'm flyin Hawaiian Punch/
Hovercraft cadillaccin satellites attack the back end/
Shock springer dream cogs printin out hot dogs/ cycbercillic thought logs/ s** tape an*log/
Screw the pooch/ Fatty Koo group groove/ yeah do the dog/ do the dog
Paragraph sentenced to d**h/
I'm bout to flip the f**in script until it ain't none left/
I took Sarah to the dentist/
Just to make her each her watch and wallet/
Cantonese body language all over my clothes/
I took her to the laundromat: drop,spat/ bye/ splat
I'm sorry i mistook you for spite i thought i might have to kick that a** i was like "Ah!" like in my head i was like "Ah baow baow jack stick stick stick dodge dodge dodge
Eh chop chop ahhhhhhh, what the f**?"
Then he come back come back with the right hook said, "ooh ooh ooh ooooh" AHHH sh*t!/
...And i got these hoes shrieking/ resemble sheep bleets
Yeah, Alia lookin right but i don't f** MCs/
And if one of em step to me:
The ground found they knees/
I'll leave em layin undisclosed amounts of f**in feet deep/
Somebody lied to me/ and now my sweater's getting redder/
Blocks tied to feet/ and really nothing could be better/
What's worse than a hearse?/ this'll quench your thirst for leagues/
Pleased to breath bubbles mumblin melodies under the sea/
Yeah I'm the drunken master to your stumblin monk/
I'm not mechanically inclined but i can pop the trunk/
I'm talkin pop trunk double dunk dankbowl bank roll/
Crown turn to crowd so proud: "thank you,thank you!"/
I'm at the fun fair, swear it's an honor/ lookin Everett D Lundquist purple sunkist bomber/ jacket/
Hold the hair back and i'll attack it/
Shows: pack it/
I'm packin it in, punch!/
Twelve fourty five I slide in interrupt your lunch/
I'mma bring it to you live/
Tweaked frequency top tier/ and brakes rumble seconds from my new jungle, stop here/
I wanna make em wait/ velvet tape tailored shirt: hammers./
Stroll in late and watch the b**hes go bananas/
Papa Pancho Villa hiccups, stick-ups/
I'm Beto Quintanilla backstage/
I think I'm Danny " Titty motherf**in" Glover with rap rage so say somethin to me/
Say somethin to me, b**h