[Intro]
It's twelve o'clock
Ay, yo

[Verse 1]
My label told me to write 'em a hit song
So I gave 'em one track, a verse with no chorus
Some deep ass rhymes with words from a thesaurus
Some concept rap shit, I'm talking about the force of trees and shit
And then they told me, "sample this"
A whole box load of obscure indie pop hits, yay
I'll be in the booth if you need to find me
Someone next to a mic, and a calm day
While laughing at Cosbay's
You know I'm working 'em kinks out
She looked, I looked, you know I'm pulling my thing out
Yeah, wise men say "life ain't fair" so I'm greedy
Let me tell you how I got here (send it off)
Three wise men came looking for a savior
Got up in your face, put the money in a manger
Born to a stranger, no socks and a carriage
Fucking bitches is fun, but killing cops is a habit
Silly rabbit, these tricks of a grown ass man
We can go live for 5, or slip a 5 for 10
You say that hookers only 10? (For 10, she'll suck your socks off)
Cause daddy needs a new pair of shoes, some fucking knock-offs (Woo) Knock it off
Excuse me bitch, pardon me
I left my second verse, where the chorus' supposed to be
Bitches keep approaching me, and Facebook pokin' me
Talking 'bout "give me some money, I know you fucking holding, G"
Bitch I'm broke as pee, you couldn't steal a rock from me
I'm diggin' in the trash, just to find some fucking ash to eat
Boss n***a, give a fuck about the faculty
Address me as your majesty
And bow before you hassle me
Fuck you asking me?
[Verse 2]
Skinny black tragedy, actually
I'm a white self-racist, trapped in n***a feet
Climbing from the bottom, so the top is where I'm finna be
So, go ahead, and knock a half-star for the bigotry
Seen a lot of shit, so I really don't believe in peace
I'm burning up bibles, just to see if Dad believes in me (nope)
What does he know? I seen that motherfucker 'bout
2 less times than I've seen **** zero
So music is my hero, I pay the cost
And for that one fan, I will gladly take a [?]
For one man that knows my shit, front and left side
Up, down, sideways, four-legged and cross-eyed
So won't you write Devon a song before he dies?
I think life is funny
Got a laughing man tattoo, it cost me all my tax money

No damn it!