I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give a f** like a quarter with 20 cent
At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin' at Happy Camper
It's the f**in' financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin'
"f** 'em all!" I'm chantin', don't complain I'm just rantin'
f** ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot
I'm a liar like Carrey in "Liar, Liar"
I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry
Peter Pan in my youth, f**ing fairies
I'm using my tooth bait to get that b**hes teeth paste
f** it, Odd Future some nazis, black nazis don't copy
We perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tacky
f**ing lame on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett
Endotherms and jaguars, drug dealers and crackers
Able students and slackers
I'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93
Escaping from concentration camps with a f**ing girl born in a ramp
That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVS
Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress
With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
Sup on my hat like that motherf**er Frannie
White, red-headed b**h reminded me of Annie
She dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me
f** you bunches here, never disrespect my family
That's for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie
Wasted f**in' youth? All you old n***as antiques
We go skate, rape s*uts and eat donuts from Randy
b**hes like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy
Motherf**ers wanna be Odd but you can't be
Sit the f** down all you old n***as stand me, f*ggot
I guess I gotta be a f**in' hand-me-down rapper
From Los Angee area anytime I'm f**in' landing
f** 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track
Them motherf**ers could never get rid of me
Guess I gotta do a f**ing song with Dom Kennedy
Get these f**in' hip hop bloggers to start feelin' me
Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Lyrically I'm dope enough to a**-f** the dude who made nicotine
Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some f**in' skinny jeans
And follow in your footsteps like a motherf**in' millipede
Centipede, make songs about Gucci and cigaweed
Jerk with my friends like it's some motherf**in' little league
No I ain't no f**ing hipster, mister
No I'm not no f**ing Kid Cudi, all my f**ing fans love me
Collaboration hits for fans screaming f** buddies, yo, yo
I'm drivin' in a stolen truck, and I'm probably f**in' drunk
Wasted as f**, can't walk it out, DJ Unk
My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked
(Shut the f** up!) Who the f** told me not to spoke?
f** everybody here, everybody vanish, I'll manage
Hop off my dick and make a f**ing sandwitch
Everybody listening can s** my dick in Spanish
f** you, f*ggot (f**in' ba*tard)
Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record
I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period
But um, I didn't mean to offend anyone, alright, I'm lying, OF