Lyrics (exactly as written):
Bazinga!
Fuck my life.
This goes hard!
Goddammit
Zooowemama!
Oh my God.
I’ll admit it, man, I’m a little bit nerdy.
Straight A’s are grades I’m earning.
But in a minute, man, I’ll be serving,
Grade-A displays of wording.
Get it in your head, like a kid that’s learning,
may-bay you ain’t worth versing.
Never gonna get to the level I’m working,
Stay way away, from your king.
Gonna get me dirty from your presence alone,
so coming up to me, I really cannot condone.
Smugger than a motherfucker, that is my tone.
So suck it up, my brother, like an Alabama home.
What the fuck?
Why did I write that shit?
That’s some disgusting stuff.
But I cannot lie, it hit. (Damn right)
Like a man that’s on the bottle, I am gonna kick your ‘hind again,
make you fuckin’ wobble, like you didn’t take your vitamins,
what you write is novel, but I don’t know why you’re writin’ it,
I’m like a fuckin’ novelist, you novice. I’m a nine or ten.
And I wanna hit the lights, and talk of me,
just a little bit more ‘cause like honestly,
I’m so frickin’ tired of modesty,
and I’m so damn sick that I gotta sneeze.
I’m gonna make you see the light, Elgato Ring.
Call me Mr. White, Gustavo Fring.
But it ain’t my money I’m laundering;
I’m cleanin’ up the game and the slop you bring.
I’m like Sully from Monsters Inc.,
I’ll scare your ass like it’s Halloween,
I’ll rock a fella, I’ll rock a beat,
I’ll rock whatever, I got to be.
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