[Verse 1]
Youngin' crunching numbers, guess
He kept the cash Kellog
Y'all taking the wrong steps like two lefts on Topher's Venom
Bad to the bone, baby
Dastardly as poking condoms
Or telling abortion jokes to octomom on Tumblr.com
This that barista giving a vegan's cold press
Soy with sweetener being freshly squeezed semen
From four meat-eating war vets
Couldn't even peak at your best
Sexually please your penis or sell birds and the bee's
To whores wetter than Aquafina poured on
Floating polar corpses
Shit, you're worse than global warming is
Probably got to brag a lot to make up for an enormous dick
They say the average size like 5-6 inches
But experts never said get defensive for 5-6 minutes
Tyler liking white boys? Guessing that’s good for me
Got Amanda Bynes voice still I’m killing emcees
You such a cheeky motherfucker, send regards to RiRi
Painting imagery with oil to sell décor for BP (Ha)

[Chorus]
Cat's out the bag now (Woo)
Ox in a china shop having break downs
Hot box the Pontiac, aux swaps with posse and knock trunks like body's stashed, hand Tabs the mic
That's that real combo, that sandwich and fries
Born outta bronze, gold teeth when I smile
Handful of manhood while jackoffs look down
Leave lastin' impressions
You've left foot in mouth, stupid

[Bridge]
You left foot in mouth, stupid
You left foot in mouth, stupid
You left foot in mouth, stupid
You left foot in mouth, stupid
You left foot in mouth, stupid
You left foot in mouth, stupid
You left foot in mouth, stupid
You left foot in mouth, stupid
We came to reinvent music, it's time for the revolution
We came to reinvent music, it's time for the revolution
We came to reinvent music, it's time for the revolution
All your songs are 16 to the hook
Ha-ha

[Verse 2]
Look at me, a shaolin monk who refuse to give a fuck
Bitch I’m over your head like Giannis
Suck my dick, don’t press your luck
It’s like you slipped the goddamn gauntlet on the fist of Exodia
Orange boy snapped on an instrumental
Half your crew don’t feel so good
Kick it with you like sweet chin music
Gosling with the Drive, cannot lie y'all bitches Clueless
Tongue is tied, Semper-fi, that’s word to my father
Called me up, told me "Adam I have never been prouder"
Damn, eyes got the water, Ugly God in his feelings
While you toddlers are teething
Tabby Pickles act as leader I’ve remade Baby Genius
Promise I’ll win the Oscar, Leo Dicap the monarchs
Thugger said he’s Jeffery? Bitch, I gotta call my third Dahmer
Lunch is proof in pudding cups and packed a punch like Saitama
Dress yourself in Viton, can’t even put on a concert
Need a really suave city broad to call my Ilana
Change face like Ayra, toss Harveys in Arkham
(Oh my God!

[Chorus]
Cat's out the bag now (Woo)
Ox in a china shop having break downs
Hot box the Pontiac, aux swaps with posse and knock trunks like body's stashed, hand Tabs the mic
That's that real combo, that sandwich and fries
Born outta bronze, gold teeth when I smile
Handful of manhood while jackoffs look down
Leave lastin' impressions
You've left foot in mouth, stupid

[Outro]
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