[Ass to mouth, ass to mouth (x3) When I drop shit I'm all that you ask about] x2 Made a big splash on the gossip column When I hit the rock bottom In the street, spending electric bills I'm dumb enough to try to reinvent the wheel And it's volunteered Just for the names on the blogosphere (?) I'm finna give what you want to hear Ohhhh, YEAH My outbursts set the bar high Wildfires set with our supplies Rotisserie'd and MRI'd They keep taking shots like bar flies And I return fire! I return fire I return fire Aroused in the midst of a church choir All the freaks in the seats need to get engaged (?) So the intelligentsia acts barely drinking age It sound like [Ass to mouth, ass to mouth (x3) When I drop shit I'm all that you ask about] x2 If you think I've eaten my fill, well you've heard wrong My stomach's only filled with birdsong My body's waste is like precious metal So I walk around thinking I'm extra special But i'm the Antichrist! I'm the Antichrist I'm the Antichrist So what I say, it can't be blessed They eat shit sandwiches at the discotheque And they talk about me to keep their whistles wet