Fresh up out my moms vag, New ring on, Lebron swag//
Teachers told me I was dumb, I'd have an odd future no golf wang//
They all up on my case, I swear the case was closed for-a-long-time//
Killin em, stealing hearts, huge dude, committing small crimes//
Lyrics crazy, appearence maybe, protection on-i got a fear for babies//
Grabbed the freaking game and danced dirty, Im so weirdly swayze//
50 bucks is my networth, 100 songs, I killed that//
Still-tryna-get-my-mill-stacked, got a duck face, but no real quack//

The-realest-up-in-it-the-public-will-know//
Ive-been-killin-the-rhythem-untouch-a-ble-flow//
I-be-all-in-her-bed-ted-dy-rux-pin-the-flow//
Got-the-rap-pers-all-scared-like-i-summoned-a-ghost//

Try to find a better chinky weirdo in the burbs//
That can flow-a-little-better-than-the-kid-that-you-be-hearin//
..i-know-the-people-really-arent-fearin-my-appearence//
But im silly with the flow, really im a pro//

Got a macbook, full of naked chicks//
Black, white, brown, and asian chicks//
Cele-britys, your favorite chicks
Even-the-girls-up-in-your-school you study majors with//
And no my dude, i-ain't stanky rich//
I dont needa care bout your visa fare//
Im a space-bound guy, I dont need your air//
I got the swag of 2Chainz with some bieber hair//
Give em one slap, one slap//
My girl thicker than a mexicano mustasche//
Sharper than a needle or a thumbtack//
And got these ol' heads wondering like "whats that"//

I'm skrillex, with chinky eyes, Yo girl call me mister pride//
5'6, a little guy, they tried to kill me, I'm still alive//
I'm so cold boy just watch me, I'm dope so, yeah I'm cocky//
Tryna tell me I ain't sick-is like saying yolo to a zombie//

I just walked in looking like I just got fired from my job//
Scuffed up reeboks with a tank-top got your wifey on my rod//
They say Prizzy you ain't broke, you be lyin' cause you not//
Man I got 20-cents in my checking boooy, get right up off my knob//
Made a job off what I day-dreamed bout in highschool, it-came-to-life//
Rappers sending shots? (shots), sorry bro you're not aiming-right//

Shaq ballin I'm bad at free throws, throwing money like dan marino//
Showin up to these huge meetings all half asleep, with a bag of cheetos//
They tell me I ain't hip-hop, hell yeah I ain't hip-hop//
That's why I got like 90K on my mixtape and yo ish flopped-
Sick and please set the scale, rippin frees, never fail//
If you ain't here smi-lin, lose your virginity to a whale//
Man shout outs to all my fans, you dun held me down//
Never thought i'd get like-this-much-love-from somewhere outta town//

I be
Still on the grind-even-though-i-went-pop
And-i-still-got-these-old-er-girls-all-on-my-knob
You-keep-sayin-im-main-stream-i-dont-real-ly-care
Got-my-mid-le-finger-gone-all up in the air//