[Verse 1: Sarking Major]
Uh, welcome to the lyricism
Here, just listen, fear the writtens
Beer just glistens, milli ricin
Murder you, I hurt a dude
Who heard of you and earned a few
Going further, farther, nurture? Nada
But a part 'a' me can not e-
Scape the cape I drape
The shape of tape
Flailing behind me, saying you'll buy me
Or that I'm gay and you'll find me
Not that I am but man there's nothing wrong with h*mos**uals
In a couple years you'll come and find me wanting yo credentials
Put up in my iPhone, but you'll cycle
'Cuz you can't even afford a ford
You're bored, I scored, you shored, I soared
Ignored but all aboard cuz all I called you was a lord
Abhorred my songs, you're all so wrong
Was poor but strong I pulled along
You pushed right back, I look like that
Exec over there shook my hand
I shook right back, a crook might snatch
A hook or that, verse was cursed
And worse and terse - simple
k**ing this sh**, but I'm real and I spit
Need a meal I'm a kid - pimples
Sick of being 'cute and small and shorty'
You can call me brute and smarty
I'm too young but you can party
All night long, with all lights on
And a door like 'mom!' Shut it on the way out
Or stay out! I gave out sweets on my birthday
3 years ago, ayow! Too young
But still my sh** is fresh and dirty - new dung
You sung, my crew gone, 2 son