[Intro]
-37
-I'm 37!?
-I'm going to class
-Oh my god... 37! My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!
-In a row?

[Verse 1]
Trunk full of spooks and I'm hunting with a noose
And I'm pulling out these razors, making bitches orange juice
Sitting, eating breakfast, playing some Minecraft
Then out from the back, I see bitches getting cat scratched
Off to class where I bust the fat asses
And I'm busting nuts up in bitches backpacks
A few heads in my black duffel bag
Sit back, and relax, and I listen to Dale laugh (what)
I ain't racist, but I'm baked as hell
Just got off of 4th street at that scout baking sale
Fell to the ground and I rattled my brain
And then I looked up at the school thinking 'Life is so plain'

[Bridge]
You got that wet pack, bitch come and give me that
Girl I only want to know, where them titties at
I got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with
Have your little brother ask your mom where the pussy is?
[Hook] x2
No dyke bitches messing with me
I got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy
Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops
It's gonna take an army to make me stop

[Verse 2]
I used to give a fuck about success
Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress
I used to wear Sketchers with no one to impress
The best, yes, you know I had to confess
Had a crush in the distance, in the relay
Faggots in the halls want a mother fucking foot race
I can beat Dale when it comes to fucking leg day
Sweeping the floors, it's my job I think I'm okay
Illuminati got my mind fucked up
If I rap about blunts will they fire right up?
Cause this shit is fire, you'll have to admit it
Visit you at the psych ward you're committed
Your hoe's a mother fucking ball juggler
She juggles more balls than your grandma does bruh!
Sitting on the bus, and bitch you know it's short
Twisting up brains, it's my new favorite sport

[Hook] x2
No dyke bitches messing with me
I got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy
Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops
It's gonna take an army to make me stop