Can somebody please call up the president
Because I think that it's evident
That I am very sick
And I can't find the proper medicine
I eat tracks for nutrition
Everyday just for the hell of it
O my name is Glam and you
O aren't you irrelevant
O, my bad
Sorry that I put you on blast
I guess I'm just mad
Don't try to find the flow
You can't
Cuz it's in my bag
Please don't grab
Punchlines
f**in' up
O sorry that's my jab
Go harder than you soft v-neck n***as
More sensitive than my vag
Was that too raw
Did you have to press pause
Subtle thunder when I'm k**in' them under
Really droppin jaws
And, I don't ever make it clap
And because of that, I should get a round of applause
They press play on Glam all day
And eventually they'll press stop, eject
These leeches be s**in' life out this music
Cause they see someone on youtube
They be thinkin' that they can do it
Really that'll do it
Really tho, how can you be that stupid
Warn you now if you try to run up
Glam.I.Rock very future
I try to warn critics, that I'm born wit it
Don't try to take shots, that will just result in torn gimmicks
I got game, keygens, codes and corn widgets
Tell me how you gon do it all after I done did it
I promised I would break em off proper
Got em lookin' like they took a shot of vodka
Claimin' that you want to rise with no yeast
Guess you really are about the f**in' Matza
Pop bop uwah, ta da la ruggah
You are extra and I'm reaccuring, peep the saga
Chill to the next episode, bah bah
See, this is what it's about, I k** a verse, I k** a track, and that's it