[Verse 1: Pauer]
Ugh
Tell me am I workin' out
The nearby mortician has lost his f**in' body count
I've been k**in' em
The rest just stole Mitt Romney's route
Looks like it's time for you to get a new hobby, pal
They're lookin' up to me
Like do I call you P-O-W, Pauly, Pauer
To be honest, I don't really give a f**
The vison's gettin' to your idol's status, but way further above (Straight Up)
Well my music's still hitting deeper than the depths of 7 seas
I'll rap about elderly problems at the age of 17
I'll rap about heaven's problems the night after I rest in peace
Ask God what's my definition, he'll say "He's a blessing, jeez"
If it wasn't already plain to see, I'll send you to the nearest doctor's office of optometry
You'll have insomnia, the next time you try and sleep on me
Crush your motherf**in' dreams, call it "Grim Reap" your sleep