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[Verse 1: Probably Paul]
Listen here, it’s just time to get literal
Lyrical as fuck with words that are spiritual
Kill it like a battle with Wayne against Eminem
Fucking with the innocents with my fucking innocence
Winning it like an outplayed Charlie Sheen joke
Derogatory girls that like’s mother fucking Mean Hoes
We know why I cry every night
Because I can’t win in a fight it’s alright
Because I’m from New York
Like who fucking knew, right?
Playing with a fork at a toxic waste sight
His lyrics so tight, and he’s so damn polite
In real life, instead of me, he stabbed my mom with a knife
And flew away on a kite, so light, alright
Who the fuck wrote this shit down on my pad?
Who the fuck ate my Mackeral Scad?
I won’t pronounce you like the capital of Chad
I’m a Dad, ain’t that a bit of sad
Couldn’t find a condom on my dick so I used a shoulder pad
Shit’s hot as fuck, a toilet heating pad
Fucked a dead squirrel somehow proceeded to start tetrad
My dick was on a newspaper ad, I punched an old lady in the gut
Then went out, ate out her butt, then her mutt, then I got my best nut
[Bridge]
Oh shit, you are a fucking dick weed
I roll my cock blunts, and then I go and proceed to cry
About my mother fucking problems
And I have no fucking way to solve them
I’m so solemn right now, but soon I think I will be lightsome
[Verse 2: Probably Paul]
So here’s the main damn attraction
Action, please start a distraction
Or my career’s in a casket
And I’mma kick it off mother fucking blasting
Sublime, because I’m mother fucking blasted
I’m asking all of the people in the room to please be themselves today
The act is going to be a bit delayed
Probably Paul and Nique, okay?
Then some guy in the back is like FUCK STEVE HARVEY!
Okay, I think you’re at the wrong concert
Your statement was such a fucking cock hurt
Bad day like Conker, fuck I hope I conquer the world
So any bitch I could go bonkers on their honkers
Mad bass, man face it, I’m racing hearts
I’m shooting baskets, I’m Jason Hart
Use a navigational chart to get you in my room
Then I’ll rape you
Then I’ll staple you on the front sign of Staples
Near a maple Tree
[Verse 3: Probably Paul]
Playing baseball, G
Fuck, I’d rather be studying freemasonry
Maybe I am studying freemasonry?
Fuck that shit, In the war with some blazonry
Yeah I’m blazing, free styling, regurgitate
Fucking masturbate, ingurgitate cum
I’mma do what I hope I can
Because I’m sitting in Lincoln Park feeling kinda numb
Humming to myself, chewing some gum
Chilling, it’s the good life, stab a bitch that’s my wife
Fundamental issues and I’m starting to start a strife
I don’t give a fuck if you double take me damn twice
I fucking stab you in the fucking dick
In the arctic, with a fucking chopstick
Bitches on my hot dick wanna lick my hot cum
God, I’m dumb
Bring a gun to the auditorium, saying I’m awesome
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