[Intro]
"I don't know, I dont really listen to that
I don't know, I dont really listen to that
I don't know, I dont really listen to that Jean Grae sh**
She's like, it's like all underground and she's like a hippie. I'm not into that"
You retarded. That's what you got from what I said?
On what song? f**ing hate you guys!
[Verse]
When it's grown folks talking you should shush your mouth
I get aroused by you dramedy clowns
Don't bother me now, scram kid
Before I go Manson and your man's dead
Or it's a handsome ransom on his damn head, Pause
My paws grubby, greasy
Don't drink Riesling or Moscoto that's a dessert bottle
Stashed up in the purse vodka
Blasted in the afternoon, hostile. Trashed up in a fancy room ...
Hostels- You in
Impostors ruin, the movement of the realest motherf**ers that do it
But I'm Large Marge, you're just Pee-Wee truckin' through it
Pursue her, good luck; I'm fluid as f**
I move like a loose screw point, hunt
Fast and agile
Teleport rhymes
Nightcrawler while you're fragile, stagnant ballers
Don't give a damn about your dollars: ignore it
I don't give a damn about your problems: you're boring
What I utter, just utterly in the throws of the gutter and mixed with a dose of the beautiful struggle
And most can't handle it, Manga sh**, animated English lit
Sing it ladies... (Jeannie rules!)
Greasy, yes, nice!
Greasy, n***a. Slicker than your average
Believe me, nerds. Thicker than your gla**es
They teach my words in your frickin' cla**es
I'm a scholar and a lady
Kiss my a**, kids