[Verse 1]
I try to spit the truth, chop it up and I post it
I do this shit for you, pop it on when you're hopeless
When no one wants to hold your hand or fondle your cock
And you're thirty-six, oh, that's my biological clock
It says it's time to be a rapper, new package - same ingredients
Rap 'til they believe in it, Max don't get lenient
You say I abuse Shaelin, it's not like I'm choking the bitch
But she says she can't breathe, I guess I'm a Chauvin-ist
Ha, I've been fucking 25-year-olds for a decade
Word to EDP, hell yeah, I want that cupcake
Try that sting shit on me, bitch, I'll show up naked
And still find a fucking way to rapе the fake kid
In my basemеnt box you like a fish for two weeks
Run duos, get myself a two-piece
TikTok kids asking "mrgirl, that's just a verse for sport, right?"
Nah, kid, I ain't never heard of Fortnite
Yo Creepshow's back to make fun of my kicky-kick
Shut the fuck up, bitchy-bitch, you can sucky-suck my dicky-dick
Go give my porn a clicky-click, probably already did
But you keep sending me your fans
And they keep making deathy-threats
You say you've got PTSD
So you know that makes me stressy-stressed
I bought a ninety-nine for five-nine-nine-dot-nine-nine
Now I'm fine
I just can't leave the house without it
"We're going to fucking kill you, Max. You need help."
But if my fans harass you now, I'll fucking shoot their asses myself
[Chorus]
Hi cuties, hi, what's up cuties?
I want to tell you bitches 'bout my new favorite movie
It's called hi, hi cuties, hi-hi-hi cuties
It's about some 11-year-olds shaking their booties, yeah
Hi cuties, hi, what's up cuties?
This movie is so good it's freakin' insane
Hi, hi cuties, hi-hi-hi cuties
It's the child porn equivalent of Citizen Kane, yeah

[Verse 2]
Predators against dads
Repetitive Skillshare ads
I ended up buying nine gats
I pet them like I'm petting my cats
Yo, I'm the new Amos Yee, and I'm on a new rapin spree
Heinously chasing anus, my penis is aiming me, too late to be placing me in a facility like Goldeneye
Can't stop my antics
Y'all stink at censorship, couldn't even make a ban stick
Yes, Max Karson, I'm a fucking bad person
And in touch with that darkness
That's why I spaz, start shit, and spit raps, heartless
A whack wordsmith, saying back word shit
Sneaky like a black starship, freaky like a fucking cat barkin
The grandfather of cancel culture was Michael Richards
But he apologized, I'm a different type of n***a
At this point, man, y'all won't even trip
Even my black fans, you know you my homies and shit
This that gay-ass, Trump-hatin, n***a-loving kike-rap
It's the bomb, yeah, this shit is real
Like, "Max, what's your opinion on the Palestinians?"
Like imma pick a victim, 'cause the frickin tip of my dick is missin'
I want it back, fuckers, how's that for a peace talk?
Fuck your fairy tales fags, I'm jacking my bean stalk
I stroke it all day, and if I bust my wrist
I'll make a voodoo doll of myself and I suck its dick
Hmm, yeah, open minded, I'm not afraid of horny thoughts
But I ain't Boogie
Motherfucker warning shot, that's what this song is
Get off of my lawn kids
Or we're going to watch this Netflix movie about this blonde bitch
[Chorus]
Hi cuties, hi, what's up cuties?
I want to tell you bitches 'bout my new favorite movie
It's called hi, hi cuties, hi-hi-hi cuties
It's about some 11-year-olds shaking their booties, yeah
Hi cuties, hi, what's up cuties?
This movie is so good it's freakin' insane
Hi, hi cuties, hi-hi-hi cuties
It's the child porn equivalent of Citizen Kane, yeah

[Outro]
Cuties Nation, baby
Yeah, yo, if you don't like Cuties
You're the weird one, bitch
Fuckin pedo-ass, fuckin faggot, bitch
Too scared to fucking jack off to Cuties
Fuck you