[ Verse 1: True ]
Make a lick with a sketchy clique
Talk about it again on a platinum hit
FourSquares and Wallball
Stash spot behind the stall
Up in all with ethanol
Can you overdose on Tylenol?
I took to bottles and a vile of Pinesol
I'm a wax dummy scratching vinyl
I'll lip sync till my sh** don't stink
I don't give a f** what they think
I will bully myself to push my ego
Fuego my Eggo, destroy my own lego's
You wouldn't want to know me in my own childhood
Bet I could block it out with my smile good
Stole your treasure from the sandbox
Knew it was me cuz of my damn locks
{ Chorus }
Doing what I do
May be comical to you
So motherf** you
Doing what I do
May be comical to you
So motherf** you
f** You!!!!
[ Verse 2: True ]
Half-a-tone
When I stole the throne
Do a dare, I don't care
I'm a gameco*k with my ecko socks
And ill sack a pair
My look is rare
Waiting for the call
Standing tall
Untill I ball or lose it all
At the mall
There innocent, till guilty
Now you know there filthy
Do you feel me?
Airsoft to Abbii
I am a majesty of my own agony
Playing the odds with technical rods
Phone-ing iPods from Chevy to dodge
Throw it in the lodge
With the math of cods
I'm digging for gold
Minding my own business
Models and their thizzness
{ Chorus }
Doing what I do
May be comical to you
So motherf** you
Doing what I do
May be comical to you
So motherf** you
f** You!!!!
Say motherf** True
Motherf** True
Say motherf** True
Motherf** True
Say motherf** True
Motherf** True