Gotta stay on your feet like shoelaces
I’m real faded, my heart’s gone cold, yeah it’s vacant
I been plenty place ‘cept maybe vacation
My songs ass, they still in your rotation
I ain’t ever seen the inside of someone’s vagina
Just because I’m famous do not mean the bitches line up
I better not see any comments callin’ this fire
Only thing ablaze is your pants ‘cause you a liar
I’m more burnt out than a Mustang’s tires
I only get in clubs where no clout is required
As shit as this beat is, whoever made it I admire
When I need to shower I hop inside of the dryer
My cat’s real cute, her name is Smoke
Did I ever mention that I really love to smoke
I think I’m really cool ‘cause I puff on that toke
I think if I was British I’d call all of my friends blokes
I don’t sip liquor because it hurts my throat
I’m too Christian, stick to root beer floats
Call me Paul Revere bitch, who there goes
5’5, even sittin’ down I’m on my toes
Like cocaine, all of my shit blows
My hours on Doom came in, in droves
You never listened to real music and it shows
I bet you never heard any Billy Joel
He’s underground, he’s someone you wouldn’t know
I’m a fuckin’ Luddite, I don’t even have a phone
I am very sensitive, please watch your tone
I’m fly as fuck with guns attached like a drone
Shut the fuck up, you’re louder than a megaphone
I’m bleedin’ out my ass like somebody with Chron’s
I’m beatin’ up my dick like I was John Jones
Droppin’ to the floor after, yeah I’m goin’ prone