You try to play me, my androids make you lamely
I don’t play with sand toys, I’m with them bad boys
If you scared of me, you need to go to San Moisè
You a frat boy with a bland voice who envious
My skill in a chemical study is a potentiometry
My family in the back doing a mariolatry
Your family in the front doing a theolatry
You think you Jesus when you die for your country
Didn’t they brainwash you and leave you hungry
They left you dusty and hired a junkie
Them girls want attention, so they use photoshop
I don’t got a robocop, I just seen the photocopy
My homes seen it was fake at the photoshoot
I'll go to the Ross Lake and eat raw steak
On this beat, I go hard with no heart
I may just put this song on my microcard