[Verse 1: Axl]
Yo, what the f*ck am I doing with my life
I treat it like a wife
With respect, the top deck/floor
And everything you ever could have wished for and more
Is c*mming harder than the fat f*cking b*tch on the floor
[Verse 2: Axl]
Should get your ass out of the sack
So I can start to wabbajack your f*cking face into action
We're never going back
Throwin' back tick tacks for tip tabs
From all the f*ckin' money that we never even had
b*tches know me
They're like, "you're Axl Davis"
I'm like "hell yeah, b*tch, I know I'm famous"
[Verse 3: Axl]
So you know it's me
I'm always infamous, b*tch
Smoking weed with my own
On my zipper-less sh*t
I ain't ill but I'm sick
Like It's Magic or sh*t
You better watch your f*cking self when you're taking a sh*t
Get me a fat b*tch and dress her up in Abercrombie and Fitch
So I tell her ass to make a sandwich
And when she's done and she is bringing it to me
Immona start to pee pee all over the green tea...
Wait, wait, wait, what?
No, f*ck no, f*ck that, f*ck this
We're done