[Intro]
Yuh
Here we go go go go go
I ain’t saying no no no no
Eating all the fro yo yo yo
Un poco loco coco
First time I rapped in an intro
Don’t even know where I been, yo
Yo
Let’s go go go go go, mother trucker

[Verse 1]
Ok it’s me Smurt, to a weird ass melody
Here I am, chilling on street like sesame
Just dropped my thick album WOOb
Recorded in a tube
Making haters disappear into cubes
Performing a play, and I be singing the songs
Cuz I am Mufasa, and my peen is so long
Status symbols, thick steak, yea we all about the money
Flexing with the honeys
I be so damn funny
Supreme is so dead, now we all about them air pods
Give a hater one percent, now I don’t see no fair odds
Started from scratch, came straight outta Reading
Now my music’s getting blared at your grandma’s wedding
I be sicking em bois
Nitpicking at noise
Got the good smelling stuffies? I be licking the toys
Too fire for you? Y’all ain’t having no fun?
'Bouta sick a fricking hater right into the sun
Writing raps, making melodies, compiling snares
Having affairs
With Karen
Ain’t giving a hair
Yo, my show sold out, so everybody cares
Even all my fricking haters, they be pulling up chairs
I wrote this record in the sky
30,000 feet, I was so damn high
Worrying occurrences if I went bye
Then I thought and realized
Legends never die
I be chilling the gangsters paradise
Just being nice
Eating pizza from slice
Rolling the dice
Paying whatever price
Cuz I don’t think twice
I got all the advice
Walking on the streets getting all the respect
Ain’t afraid of insects
Getting no neglect
Strolling and I see a thick man, I’m erect
Making teen sluts horny, it’s the classy boi effect

[Refrain]
Ya boi Smurty Boi just be chilling in the here now
Like a bi dude, cuz I’m trucking queer now
Truck Trump, verbal shots at the president
So what now? Gay rights is a precedent?
Look at me go getting so damn political
All this shit it be making me cynical
I’m sorry guys, y’all just wanted a rap
But baby, this is fire, we ain’t taking no naps

[Verse 2]
This ain’t no crap
Putting on my gay ass cap
Making beats so fire, but it ain’t no trap
You can’t ignore
Me well at least not anymore
Cuz I’m the mic man, baby, I got talents galore
Ima fight fight fight till I win
Even if it means releasing the anime within
We ain’t twins
Honeys turn British, I be banging on the knockers
But there ain’t no Cena here to stop me like blockers
Installing DVDs in my Lambo
Watching Rambo
We cruising down the road to Orlando
As we
Getting ready to record the LP
It’ll blow your mind, it’ll make you pee
Ima keep making these old school beats
So dammit, get comfortable and take your seats
And get ready for the next 40 minutes of your life
Don’t resign
Embrace it and I’ll blow your mind, yo

[Outro]
Yuh
I’m finna blow your mind, yo
Yuh
I’m finna blow your mind, yo