[Skit]
Hey, Mr. Typeman?
Yes, sir?
I caught you smoking
You know what that means
You got to give me some of that sh**!
No, f** off!
Just give it!
f** off, Principal Adams!
Okay, Dylan! Jesus, no chill
[Verse 1: Krisp Dog]
I'm about to get showered and devoured
By these f**ing cowards
Who don't want to bow down to
Their king, but they're allowed to
Sorry guys, I don't mean to be foul
But what the f**ing f** is sh** doing on this f**ing album
My sh** makes them depressed, give them some downers
It's about time these f**ers know who to give the crown to
DiCaprio's who to give the Oscar to
Don't f** with my new Givenchy shoes
They ain't sh** compared to you
And I'm about to fly
Way damn high in the sky
This beat makes me cry
Makes me wanna buy
Dusty Cactus & Spizikes
Rocking them high types
b**hes got No Type
Like Fetty Wap, one eye
Like Mike Tyson, tongue tied
Ten puffs, got high
This is the kind of sh** that makes us get in fights
[Bridge: KevintOBrag]
Knock you out, night light
Migos, fight night
Sex, tight night
Dyslexic, night tight
OCD, fight right
[Instrumental] (12sec)
[Verse 2: KevintOBrag]
That made no nonsense
All ya'll some blockheads
This sh** too intense
My camera ain't got no lenses
Just like I ain't got no friends
Sorry, to be offensive, but
I don't know what you f**ing saying
When you say you hate gay people
Yeah, I know, I'm saying this sh** on a good beat
But he don't care, he just let me slay it
You know what they say, fake it til' you make it
But I ain't making no children, so I guess my life is fake
Just remember, I took d** before writing this verse
And I didn't even rehearse to do it
Don't do d**, kids
Let the d** do you
[Outro]
Drake, cell phone
SpongeBob, shell phone
Mike Tyson, "thellphone"
Satan, "hellphone"
School, "bellphone"
Girl, when I'm home alone
I drop my phone, I drive 50,000 miles
To come get it, come and get it
Like Selena, Meek Mill's s**y on the speakers