[Intro]
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Yo, fuck Candy; that song was trash, bro
But I think I’m better than some of these fucking lean rappers we have today, so
Tryna spit a little few random ass bars that make no sense
I’m being the definition of a mumble rapper
Aye, fuck it, let’s get it

[Hook]
Yes I’m feelin' psycho and I don’t know why though
She mad at me, but I’m not her type, though
I’m standin' still just like a statue
Gun up in my hand, and I’m aimin' right up at you

[Verse]
I’m a static shock
Tick around the clock
Hate to claim this but I’m the fuckin' best
All you damn rappers shoot your fuckin' test
At least I still, have a heartbeat in my chest
Lil Pump, Lil Xan
Where your homе? Trash can
Sadly, bro, use to be a fan
I am who I am, Sam-I-Am, uh
You rap like Dr. Sеuss inspired it
I light this shit up and I wire it
They put me in a White Wing and now I’m going crazy
I’m writing all my raps, feelin' kinda woozy and I’m lazy like Jay-Z
[Break]
Uh, one-take song, bitch

[Verse 2]
Yes, I’m fresh like Fiji water
Cast a spell up on yo bitch like Harry Potter
Yes, I’m bipolar and that ain’t nuttin' new
Fuck your home boy and fuck his crew
Office, office, swear a dude was decent
Tired on the weekdays, I turn up on the weekend
No, I’m not Slim Shady
No, you ain’t gotta hate me
I’m Austin, not Marshall Mathers
I’m a new rapper, that’s all that really matters
Not the mumble, not the trappers
Hate me now, or hate me after

[Hook]
Yes I’m feelin' psycho and I don’t know why though
She mad at me, but I’m not her type, though
I’m standin' still just like a statue
Gun up in my hand and I’m aiming right up at you

[Outro]
Ight, fuck this shit, I’m out the studio