[Intro]
Mario
Ay, yuh
[Verse 1]
Okay like, ever since I was just a boy
I don't wanna play wit' b*tches, I don't wanna play wit' toys
I be seein' n*ggas spittin' and that kinda give me joy
I'm not basic, like a white b*tch who from Illinois, wearin' Corduroys (Corduroys)
I don't care about money, I just really want the f*ckin' fame (Ay, ay)
But these n*ggas trippin', they can't even say my f*ckin' name (f*ckin' name)
Cupid got no arrow, but my lyrics always set to aim (What?)
Fire then I ask you, "Does it burn you, when you hear a flame" (Ayy)
I am a meme rapper, so I just really like the comedy (Yuh)
She only f*ck for the sodomy
My pubes look like a pile of broccoli (Ay)
Why you try to rap, when you sound like a wannabe
I only rap, when I read me the, Odyssey, audibly (Yuh)
My di*k wobbly, will I get E.D?
Yeah- sh*t probably, f*ck my bodily (Ay)
[Verse 2]
Functions, when I get big I'm stuck in a junction
Do I go left or right- when I run sh*t
I rap hard, like a n*gga made of tungsten
I speak sh*t, like a gassed up Russian (Yuh)
Oh sh*t, f*ck lemme do introductions
Hi I'm Z, I like to do f*ck-sh*t!
But if you try me, you might get the dungeon
I'm just playin', just, no interruptions
I'm gon' f*ck my sis, like a redneck
She gon' bounce on me, like a bad check
She give head, like a white boy crew neck
My hand up, like a kid doin' head check
I'm gonna nae-nae, off of the poop deck (Ay, ay)
Okay like woah!
[Interlude]
(Boing)
This mother f*cker, he really
He put, he put his tag in the middle of the f*cking song
How-how disrespectful, how f*cking-
Ay, ay, ay, okay like woah (Let's a go)
[Verse 3]
I'm bring it back, like a medic (RESUSCIATE)
You-you speak big sh*t, can't hold your body weight (Ay)
I'm in her mouth like a biscuit, cheddar bay
I'm gonna Zoom, like a kid, tryna' graduate
Got me a calculator, on my watch
My wrist analytical, like Chris Boss (What?)
Oh my gosh, Kim Jong Un, turned into a squash
And I don't like b*tches, who know how to wash their pus*y!
Pu the S into stupid like Stussy
I sit on a n*gga like a cushion, no Whoopie
You a stupid-ass b*tch, lil n*gga you a rookie (Ay, ay)
And I'm gonna change flows now, don't you lookie!
I carve my way like a SoundCloud artisan
And I rap fresh like a whiff of cardamon
Guardian, she wanna f*ck for a cardigan
I like both cheeks, I'm bi-partisan!
[Outro]
(So long Kinga Bowser)
Ay, (Prod Flixterr)
Ay, okay like damn, what