Can I say something? Something
I don't give a fuck if I become king, nah
I just wanna slut with a tongue ring for a fun fling
Where she sucks on my nuts like a dumpling, yeh
I just wanna numb things
But the radio's only wanting the fun things
Imagine they see me on a three week
Rum-binge, mumbling, like a dumb cunt tryna hump things, yeh
It's a bad look I may say
Probably why my dad took a vacay
Left through the door, I guess I got less than I rooted for
Like a fat hooker's payday
Every time I rap good and make waves
All these fakes say that shouldn't gain praise, what a whack sook
He just rambles to prosper, pan full of lobster
That cook ya cray-cray
Put your Mac-book away mate nobody cares
Bet you got nobody hairs
You act so snobby 'coz you basically have no hobbies
Just making these tracks nobody shares
Not aware of the hill I hopped I go Harden, 'till I flop, yeh
Still I drop, better records than anyone in the scene does
I don't need drugs for the skill I got
The pill I pop's the booth
When I drop the noose its like
Shakespeare day-rate Dr. Suess
I got some shoes to fill with rap, fill the gap
Like I got seduced by a prostitute who lost a tooth
Now I get lots of views
Lots of dudes assume, I'ma box some blue, that's not the truth
Just because I never remember your Mum's name
Doesn't mean I forgot my roots
Ha ha ha ha
Fuck you, I'll fuck your fiancee at your bucks dude
With a dust-broom, as I'm yelling fuck grooms, while I bust two nuts
Would give a fuck, but I'm just too nuts to
Do I cuss to much dude
Should I just do stuff you can just do drugs to
I'm already a bit looney mate, to hallucinate
I don't a need to munch through mushrooms
What the fuck's new
I'm a super-villain
I can prove when I'm sitting in an Uber chillin'
If the driver enjoys it for a sec then I get all these voices
In my head saying you should kill him
You should fill him with knife wounds and glass
Link 'em up to your iTunes and laugh
There's no telling what you might do in the right mood
Die too and you'll fly through the charts!
That's Jordy, a tad gorey
I won't bore you all with his back-story, but
Just know when the, murder begin, that its certainly him
Who buries the scraps for me
The Jack saw me, damn that's awkies
Plan 40 Sam, hack saw me, now hide your weed
Inside of the grape bag
What's it say on the fucking name tag Corby?
Ugh, I'm a man of sin, I plan a win, and brand your skin
Then jam it in the bin like a mandarin, no standard limits
Standing a chance with this champion
So hand this man some cans of gin
And just wait 'till the rants begin
As I'm standing in Pamela Anderson's mansion
Rambling, kid rock better put the ransom in, dog
When it comes to depressed fat kids, I confess
I'm the best that's lived, in this stress rap biz
I'm the saviour that came from above
You're as fake as the love that a step-dad gives
I don't know what a set-back is, even if I'm less active
And I get slack with shredding tracks and instead smash piss
I resurrect quicker than my ex had kids, I'm a beast
Even though I'm open and sobbin', the flows that I'm droppin'
I jot 'em so these blokes that forgotten, they float to the bottom
So go and stick some coke in ya noggin
You be slipping up on the snow like you're a broken toboggan
You don't even need to know I'm plottin'
Just know that its rotten
And has your Mrs Ovaries throbbin, I'm overly socking
And this ain't even as gross as I've gotten
Been untouchable, the moment that I rose from the coffin
So, whatchu gonna do to me
Whatchu gonna do to me
I'm already dead inside
I've got immunity
Whatchu gonna do to me
Whatchu gonna do to me
I'm already dead inside
I've got immunity