I'll f** your b**h in the backseat
To this ghastly rap beat
Rick astley this track meet
Running laps get past me
Don't pa** me the gra** I'm an athlete
Gotta pa** the drug test
f** I'm upset but i mustnt confess
That i wanted to undress this unwed mother have a hump sesh in my bunk bed
Got an abundance of undead in my dungeon
That I'll unleash unless you can successfully get me hundreds of obsessed s*uts willing to give some head
f** yes I'm a bum do a bump off a sun tanned p**nstars bu*t before having unplanned s** gotta lump in my pants and I'll jump at the chance to get drunk and then dance
Cus its fun getting slammed by your b**h in the bathtub
Ass so good even better than the last one
So good had to give her a back rub
Back up you don't wanna get jacked up
Uh, i have no trouble self destructing
Deconstructing all my thoughts
I need no help erupting
I'm f**ing explosive
I'm f**ing explosive
They like his old sh** not his new sh**
His new sh** sounds so f**ing stupid
Who's this man it sounds too weird
The productions too fancy that's elwye it can't be
Got love for my family
But none for you band geeks
f** you and your band tee
These old folks can't stand me
Im standoffish hands off my sarcophagus
Your blood will cover the sand like I'm Spartacus
All of this artfulness
Call this sh** Artifice
You're artificial
I'm real like the red pill
I mix with viagra my dick is erect still
If that don't prove that I'm hard then my set will
"Lets chill" the text message read from my ex
But i know that she's just after s**
So i don't reply for about 15 minutes
And then before i know it I'm back in it
sh**, why can't i just hit it and quit it
Be finished forget it, I'm addicted to self destruction