Intrusive Thoughts lyrics
by Alex Schor
[Intro]
(SLAJIDI, turn me up)
[Chorus: Alex Schor]
b*tch, I'm Jesus, I turned water into pee-pee
Drunk as f*ck, I was supposed to be the DD
Man, I have beef with the people that make Reese’s
Rather get a mouthful of the crackhead's feces
No makeup on? b*tch, you look like a man tonight
f*ck toilet paper, I just spit on my hand and wipe
I just beat up a cripple, he had no hands to fight
Acted gay in Chick-fil-A and got banned for life
[Verse 1: Yuno Miles]
In Chick-fil-A with the chicken
This ain't no KFC but it’s finger-lickin'
My momma bought a house, it ain't got no kitchen
Why the f*ck I'm always mopping? 'Cause I stay slippin'
I got glue on my hands, I got glue hands
Kick the f*ck out a n*gga like Jackie Chan
This n*gga never growing up, he Peter Pan
b*tch, I feel like Goku, going Super Saiyan
[Verse 2: DigBar]
Man, I'll box a crippled n*gga any day, I won't back down
At the crib butt booty naked watching SmackDown
My white friend said, "n*gger", he identify as black now
My di*k half-black and half-white, it’s like a fat cow
My granny told me she the number one plug, so I pulled hers
Butt-naked at an NBA game, I’m watching Bulls Spurs
Jacket for my c*ck and my balls made out of wool fur
Got a PhD for swinging this c*ck, I went to school first
[Verse 3: Alex Schor]
Take a sick midget's pills and place the meds high (What?)
No Hellcat, fart in my face and give me redeye (brap)
Gotta confess this and just get it out my head
I farted at a funeral and blamed it on the dead guy
[Verse 4: DigBar]
It was true, I watched his fart come out his basket
He blamed the dead guy and then they all went to the casket
He was dead as sh*t, I don’t really think he did it
Then I looked back at Alex, he was on the table sh*tting
[Verse 5: Alex Schor]
They say, "How'd you know I was Dominican?" Those tight pants
They say, "Wanna smash?" I'm exclusive to my right hand
They say, "Pray to God before you sleep and say goodnight, man"
That's why a statue of myself is on the nightstand
[Verse 6: Yuno Miles]
Feel like Craig, ’bout to hit Deebo with a brick
It's Friday, so you know it's payday-ay-ay-ay
It's Friday, I'm trying to have it my way-ay-ay-ay
Because it's Friday-ay-ay-ay
[Chorus: Alex Schor]
b*tch, I'm Jesus, I turned water into pee-pee
Drunk as f*ck, I was supposed to be the DD
Man, I have beef with the people that make Reese's
Rather get a mouthful of the crackhead's feces
No makeup on? b*tch, you look like a man tonight
f*ck toilet paper, I just spit on my hand and wipe
I just beat up a cripple, he had no hands to fight
Acted gay in Chick-fil-A and got banned for life