And you bitchin'
Who you gonna be
When the dick split
You get it
Forget it
I'm tired of you bitches
Depending on some fool
Just to stack up all your riches
Come and get it
For real
I should start my own church
I'll rhyme until I die
So I can preach on how this works

My blood is molten lava
My hair is made of gold
I ascended up from hell
And now your new flow looking old
You can turn a blind eye
And fill your brain with propaganda
But the kids are watching porn
And popping molly to enhance her
Enhance her
Enhance her
Tits and ass
Exotic dancer
Drunken men with sloppy smiles
Parasitic like a cancer
While the ladies sip mimosas
Oh so posh and popping tags
I'll get hammered
Puke my brains out
In that brand new Fendi bag
" I know your mammas and your pappas raised you better!"

So I'll chill here
And sit snacking Lucky Charms cereal
Take my gummy vitamins
And puff on that ethereal
I swear it's real
I can't be still
I fidget like a toddler
A bad mother fucker
Sorry Luke, I am your father

Molten lava
Made of gold
Molten lava
Made of gold