[Intro]
Fuck this
Oh, no no
Oh no, no, no, no, oh
Nooo, no-no-no

[Chorus]
Uh, burn
Forty up in my car seat (Forty in my car seat)
Baby, I know you want that (Baby, I know you want that)
Everything, I earned it (Everything, I earned it)
Bet you think you could burn that (Bet you think you could burn that)
Twenty for my n***as (Twenty for my n***as)
Forty for my hoes (Forty for my hoes)
Got me surfin' up the fire (Surfin' up the fire)
Like I'm looking for a MissingNo

[Verse 1]
Uh, one bitch told me we would be together (Motherfucker)
Liar, fucking cheater
You a dog, from that leader (Uh-huh)
Got my heater on my left side (What?)
Smack you 'till you cross-eyed (Yeah)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, dead, bitch
Take this as a short side (Mhm)
I log onlinе to see changed status (Yeah)
Hoe, I thought wе was married? (Word)
Now you livin' single, well, hoe, I got that Kratos
For yo' bitchass, think fast (Yeah)
Get up in that ass, like quick-fast
In a hurry, not a worry ([?])
I cut the phone lines, nobody's dropping dimes ([?])
Who the fuck got a phone in 2011 anyway?
I ain't seen one since I was seven (Yeah, uh)
In the 90s, when everything was 480-IP (Fuck is that?)
Screaming "Generation Y" and wondering, "Why me?"
I'm a real good n***a (Uh-huh)
Got real good credit (Uh-huh)
I paid off all my car notes, don't drink and I rare smoke (Uh-huh)
So why the fuck you bench me, coach?
Why the fuck you bench me, coach? (Word)
I'm so good at courting, that while I'm playing four-string
Six-man, kickstand
Bitch slap, open hand, uh
Now you dead and you’re cross-eyed
[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Murder, murder, murder, I been thinking about this killing spree (Bitch!)
I will murder you and then I'll turn around and murder me (Sike!)
Say you never heard of me, well, please do me this courtesy (Uh huh, uh huh)
And come on out this versus screen, man up, baby, don't scream (Man up, baby, don't scream motherfucker!)
My god, my word and my car (Car)
All I fucking have now is nuts to the wall (Nuts to the wall)
And I'm on my Anne Bisson, poison like ricin (Bisson, Bisson!)
Mr. Officer, we got this Bubblegum Crisis, lord (Bubblegum Crisis!)
I'm goin' in, I'm Breaking Bad (I'm going in, I'm breaking bad)
I'm on the fringe, better watch yo' ass (I'm on the fringe, bitch!)
So out of sight when we was fucking (Uh huh, yeah)
Maybe 'cause I never, ever, saw you coming, uh (What?)
I'm pullin' all these model bitches meals (Uh huh)
'Cause nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, on the real (Skinny feels, on the real)
It's a sign of the times (It's a sign of the times)
Tick-tock, motherfucker, it's going down, uh (Tick-tock, motherfucker, it's going down, woo!)
I don't have to rhyme, it comes from the heart (Uh huh, bitch)
But sometimes I don't know where to start
And then I end up at this finish line killing time (And then I— finish line, killing time!)
You must be Big Ben 'cause your ass is mine (Why? True)
Depression and windows, whatchu got in common? (Yeah)
We're both going through
[Bridge]
Woo!
Aye, that's what the fuck I'm talking about right there, n***a
Aye, Generation Y shit right there, n***a
Fuck these bitches, n***a
Fuck that shit, don't give these bitches power, man
Aye, these bi— N***as put the pussy on the pedestal, n***a
Fuck the pussy, I kick the pussy off the pedestal, n***a
Then I go and pick the pussy up, throw it in the trash, then go buy some more pussy
That’s how I do it, n***a, fuck that shit
Fuck these hoes, n***a, I throw these bitches out the windows, n***a
Yo fuck— Aye, whoo!
That’s how I earn my respect, n***a
That's how you get respect from these hoes
You throw them hoes off a building
They ain't never cross you again, you know why?
'Cause they dead, n***a
Woo! Dead bitches go where, n***a?
Where? Woo!
N***a, this song is so goddamn awesome
N***a, you— woo!
N***a, you gotta have a knife in yo’ hand to listen to this shit right here, n***a
Oh, let me tell you, man
I was listening to this song with my bitch
Her damn titties started itchin’, she was like “Oh, I love this song!”
I was like “Goddamn right, bitch!”
Then I kicked that bitch out the window
Went to Taco Bell, n***a
Two chalupas, two!
Real n***as only like even numbers, motherfucker
That’s right, fuck I look like?
Generation Y, 90’s babies in this bitch, n***a
Woo!
[Outro]
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna take you high (Shake ya’ body from side to side!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna take you high (Shake ya’ body from side to side!)