[Intro]
-37
-I'm 37!?
-I'm going to cla**
-Oh my god... 37! My girlfriend s**ed 37 dicks!
-In a row?
[Verse 1]
Trunk full of spooks and I'm hunting with a noose
And I'm pulling out these razors, making b**hes orange juice
Sitting, eating breakfast, playing some Minecraft
Then out from the back, I see b**hes getting cat scratched
Off to cla** where I bust the fat a**es
And I'm busting nuts up in b**hes backpacks
A few heads in my black duffel bag
Sit back, and relax, and I listen to Dale laugh (what)
I ain't racist, but I'm baked as hell
Just got off of 4th street at that scout baking sale
Fell to the ground and I rattled my brain
And then I looked up at the school thinking 'Life is so plain'
[Bridge]
You got that wet pack, b**h come and give me that
Girl I only want to know, where them titties at
I got 'em ga**ed, they be asking what I'm cooking with
Have your little brother ask your mom where the p**y is?
[Hook] x2
No dyke b**hes messing with me
I got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy
Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops
It's gonna take an army to make me stop
[Verse 2]
I used to give a f** about success
Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress
I used to wear Sketchers with no one to impress
The best, yes, you know I had to confess
Had a crush in the distance, in the relay
f*ggots in the halls want a mother f**ing foot race
I can beat Dale when it comes to f**ing leg day
Sweeping the floors, it's my job I think I'm okay
Illuminati got my mind f**ed up
If I rap about blunts will they fire right up?
Cause this sh** is fire, you'll have to admit it
Visit you at the psych ward you're committed
Your hoe's a mother f**ing ball juggler
She juggles more balls than your grandma does bruh!
Sitting on the bus, and b**h you know it's short
Twisting up brains, it's my new favorite sport
[Hook] x2
No dyke b**hes messing with me
I got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy
Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops
It's gonna take an army to make me stop