[Verse 1: mc pantcuff]
Imma boast like I'm Beowulf, f**er
Give a toast, best man, not a s**er
Ikea crew b**h make y'all suffer
I'm a prophet, every meal's last supper
I don't really want none of your crickets and crickets
But I'd prefer less of you critics and mimics
Don't settle for overpriced tickets to hate it
That is because my scene is illuminated
With bright stars and natural suave
Genius works, a day job
Dreams and dreams, like we're Cobb
Teams of leans, sipping tall
Covered in shawls, think I k**ed Maul
Fantastic fantastic, I think I'm Roald Dahl
You think you're amazing, my three stripes are blazing
Police are not tazing, just sip alcohol
Back to back is the fact that I lack
I watch less of Shaolin and get to making more tracks
I'll throw the towel in, f** my Mac
f** your dad, he won't let you rap
I'm out
[Verse 2: lil estonian]
Escaped my mind just how awry this motherf**ing sh** go
Take wonder why I got into this f**ing sh**show
Just learned to drive, already I've motherf**ing hit you
If you survive, already I'll motherf**- forget you
I've arrived unsatisfied, I'm asking is this it though
I wanna cry, I wonder why I haven't called it quits tho
I wanna die look to the sky but all I see is tits tho
Man, I can't end my life with all these b**hes on my dick tho
I'm the Diplo of Cold Spring
I whipped up this whole scene
I sipped up this codeine
I ripped up these old jeans
I'm loathing and fearing in Vegas like Hunter
I phone in cause I can't believe it's not bu*ter
I'm boning these b**hes not asking their numbers
I'm stoning these witches like seventeen hundreds
Your girl, she come running when I ring the bell, Pavlovic
Trap squat when I call on my cell like I'm Slavic
Ironic, with my memes
I'm sonic, with my speed
I've chronically got a nose bleed
Hydroponically growing this weed
Philharmonic with this trombone
Telephonic with this telephone
Harmonic with these semitones
Conic, spaghetti in cones
Hope y'all been jotting down notes
Cause when I die, write all of this sh** on my gravestone