Landfill
Trouble’s Son.
[Intro]
Fuck it (Ooh, go wild, go off)
Ayy, man, why the fuck can't I use my regular voice
Bein' compared to some dumb n***a I don't fuckin' care about?
Ayy, ooh, uh

[Verse]
Fuckin' fan of none of you n***as (Sheesh)
Quick, come and run up, ain't no fear of you n***as (Sheesh)
'Ringe'll fuckin' pop you, hear the scream of these n***as (Sheesh)
So now you need to fuckin'-fuckin' pray for the n***a (Sheesh)
I am not a trouble's son (Ah)
Who thinks I'm a trouble's son? (Sheesh)
Autistic clones, you're goin' in the dust (Sheesh)
My patience never breaks down, turn it up (Sheesh, sheesh)

[Chorus]
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit