Trackmasters - Cutthroat Island lyrics

[Intro] You want more? No? Well, okay! (I hit em high, hit em high, hit em high And you hit em low, hit em low, hit em low) [Verse 1] You really shouldn't doubt me, cause without me You'd be bored on the Rap Genius message boards Nothing to say, talking to cardboard But anyway, hi, I'm Gil Wrayson, and I'm pacing Now my heart is racing, if you f** with me, the police will be tracing And I turn bad like Dracula, blad! And I fully support GLAAD But I say slurs and you become a hanging Chad Well, time for cursing; f**, sh**, Barbara Streisand I'm Anakin Skywalker and you're all just grains of sand Snorting paste and making fun of me for not having a fanbase Well, you have zero fans, but I'm not on your case, f**face Bonus track due to a lack of witty comebacks You want your money back, huh! I'll give you back f**ing jack Like I'm WorldStarHipHop s**s like Kidz Bop s**s at the top f**ing of pop Cause I'm the one who's truly dangerous and invincible And yet I'm very scared of my vice principal [Hook] This is cutthroat island My island in the sun So sit back and relax and we'll have some fun This is cutthroat island My island in the sun So sit back and relax and we'll have some fun If I hit em high, hit em high, hit em high And you hit em low, hit em low, hit em low If I hit em high, hit em high, hit em high And you hit em low, hit em low, hit em low [Verse 2] I'm gonna criticize big stars as a stunt And I think I'll start by saying Iggy Azalea's a (vagina) You're ignorant and others rappers stop and store But your consumers don't care; they wanna see you bare your bu*t Makes me scared Jason Derulo can choke on pubic hairs And I'll break Maroon One's f**ing neck with a chair If I were abusive, T. Swift would get a sick beating Can you just go back to sh** about hearts cheating? And Meghan Trainor's a goddamn skinny-shaming lesbophobe Who says you can be fat as long as guys wanna an*l probe Of course you're not a feminist, you depend on guys And the feels of teenage girls who are straight and not immune to lies Dear future life partners are being alienated Why is this not debated? Why the f** is she not hated? You f**ers masturbated to Ariana Grande? I'll call Chris Hansen, he'll hit you with the bang bang [Hook] [Verse 3] Every girl I've ever loved is like me; they love p**y Jungle's so bushy, seize her like Stanley Tucci Real talk, I'm all talk, I'm just a f**ing loser Sitting at my computer all day, and at night, I'm a snoozer Rich kid a**hole, acting like a villain Saying that I'm better just to have decent feelings My mom just retired, and my dad was a mayor I joined a youth group, though I oppose public school prayer I'm a f**ing troll, pay the toll But you spent it on smoking bowls I fill my role to compensate for a four-and-a-half-inch roll And Miss Kelly's chill; hell, I downloaded "Trouble" I treat my angst with one Zoloft a day, though I should pop double I got a f*g expelled for calling me a ponyf*g Even though I am, there, f**ing cat's out of the bag I'm a clean-cut, hipster trash, cynical little sh** f** trying to rhyme anymore, Imma Jimmy Gator this sh** [Outro] (gunshot) (Jim Kurring: Whoa! What the hell is this, Marcy?) (Marcy: That ain't mine!)