Tekst piosenki
I could probably fry an egg on that ass
This is a cult that’s wearing the mask
Of a rap act
Grieving and abstract
After two years I had to reinvent the singer
Posted a classified for a dead ringer
Five foot nine with a rock-hard sixer
Closer to seven
I’ll wait until it kicks her
The pricks will yearn as soon as the hicks burn
When will these chicks learn?
Wait a few years
I might form a boyband
While a Dutch comedian holds me by the hand
He’s the only one that can cure and endure me
Saved the information on a motherfuckerboard
A shitty helpless copy of the broke-ass jealous landlord
I didn’t mean to drain you of energy and joy
I hope that’s not the case with the taller new boy
I daydream of telling him:
„Get up, Prince of Troy!”
Before killing him
It’s a shame you’re enamored with these spiritual soldiers
I’ve done my research
I got a dozen folders
A couple shiny swords
Tell me if we’re good enough
Morbid and sarcastic
Just aching to call your bluff
The movie buff left on the heater
You know he’s not a cheater
Or a midget wife beater
He’ll stick around when everything turns gray
And introduce you to June
That’s Juune with a double U
From Apache Junction
Where my X
Turned into a W
The system’s flawed but I’ll make due
In the end
Everything loops back to you
How can it be pretentious if it’s true?
Stop me if you’ve heard this before
Am I trying too hard?
Will you kick me out the door?
I’m leaving now
Exit galore
The photoshoot left me speechless and jawless
Why can’t I look as flawless as Jennifer Lawrence braless?
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