Keep your hands off my dick I just might show you a cool trick I like my leftovers cold The bong water's growing mold My old roommate can get you blow But around here is mostly fentanyl Selling pot all day Making sure the cops know my name I'll be quiet I'm not fighting With you anymore Existing has become such a chore Gouge out my eyes and fill me with dope I have no use for this frontal lobe So I'm not here I guess I'm a tad bit confused How many of my friends have your nudes? And claim they've had you I'm nothing new Nothing good for you.