E=MC2

{Intro}
Ooh yeah
Got the energy
Got the energy (Got the energy)
Awe, yeah, yeah
Are you a friend of me
Or not, yeah, tell me nah
Ah

{Verse}
Getting all these awful texts
I don’t know what to expect
Oh my God all these girls
All they want is sex
Awe, yeah, what do I expect
I don’t know, gotta be wrecked
Oh my God, gotta write up a cheque
Aye, uhh, wreckin’ up my life like
Uhh, fuckin’ with your parts
Yeahhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeahhhh
Getting wack, oh my God
Pen attack, aye, I don’t know what to say
Stack up these claims, ya, rat-ta-ta-taa (rat-ta-ta-taa)
Ra-ta-ta-taa, yeah, with the gat and the glove
I don’t give a shit man, that push to shove
Oh yeah, yeah
What I love, what I love
What you gotta say?
I keep gonna on, word
What we gonna uh ruh-uh-uhhnn?

{Verse}
Gang, gang
You know what I say, bang, bang (bang, bang)
I be fuckin with you motherfuckers
With the Ku Klux Klang, clang
I don’t give a shit, bang, bang
Look what I brang, now I’m gonna
Make a mistake that I would never take back
I would never take back
I don’t know what to say
Wrecking all these fags
Ain’t it great, ain't it great
Oh my God, got this uh, got this hate
Got this hate, I got all this hate
I got the energy
But you could never take me down
Awe, yeah, awe
You motherfuckers clown around
And then you telling me that I can’t do this
Down and out, down and out
I don’t know what to say (down & out)

{Bridge}
Kick these doubts out the door
And maybe we’ll get a bit some much glore
And fame, ah, glory, getting gory
Yah, yah, yah, making all the plays
Like fucking Cory
Cory Braun

{Verse}
Yeah
Ah, go, go, go, go long
Oh yeah, going strong
Going stroooonnnnggg (going stronggg)
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, Going strong, ching chong, ya
Ooh, with the ding dong
With the ping pong table, ah ya
I’mma serve it, this like it’s Wimbeldon

{Verse}
Motherfucker you think you could fucking win
Winning again, uh, it’s just the beginning
I don’t know what to say, I be splitting you up
Ah you be flippin’ off, flippin’ me off
I don’t know what you say, Bob
Awe, yeah, yeah
Don’t let me off
Motherfuckers slander
Gotta get the chop chops
Chop, chop, chop, ya
Cops gonna take you down
Gonna mic drop, ya
Gotta stop y’all

{Verse}
Ah, yeah
Pop you out like a filter
If I don’t do this I’mma
Kick you out the building
Or put you back in like a realtor
I don’t know what you say about this
But fuck this, oh, awe, yeah
Got a filter

{Outro}
Yes
Don’t give a shit, man
Doing Mary Jane
Aye, yeah-ahh
Can you explain all this hate
That I get, oh my God
All this hate
Oh ya
Can you fuck with me now?
Uh, I don’t think you could ever
Around town (do you around town?)
Aye
Gang