Lyrics

If I was famous tomorrow,
I’d smack a bitch today,
misunderstanding be damned,
I go insane in the membrane,
cypress hill kids,
I’m just birdbrains,
eat my asshole seared,
that’s young hawks filet,
everytime I click post they look on with dismay,
as if I post for the likes,
blind eyes I get nay,
still I pull up shouting whole worlds about to hear what I say,
world war me like king iso,
I’m sporting shades out in KC,
at childrens mercy park when I can spend spare change see,
i like to have fun in my own way,
in my own lane,
with a very small circle to keep me sane,
puff puff with a pass I always be sharing Mary Jane,
you get a vibe,
she get a vibe,
he get a vibe,
Oprah Winfrey everybody get a vibe,
if I had it my way,
I’d run the White House high,
reparations for those harmed by white
tell the colonial crackers we can argue all night
I run errands in Balaclava Bitch I’m born to fight
see my phone
that’s my service nine
ask my dad if he’s got a smooth life
pick on me you slowly die
no questions asked
hawk you’re a broken record
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
YEAH
YEAH YEAH YEAH
YEAHHHHHHHHHHH
PLAY IT BACK
Rico Nasty with the mood son
i dont need your opin-ion
I’m a Cyber-Punk
Keyboard Warrior
next spring I’m in New York reading Hamlet
Arms out in Armonk
I’m podunk
but I’m posh
nothing but lotion and bass when I pop my trunk
my world is chaos
but it’s peace and love
i should’ve been a monk
but instead I’m writing songs
damn who’d have thunk
recording a new BD everyday no gonk
all the ladies say hey this kids got spunk
damn I wonder if they’re down to fuck
answer is
always duh
my wand is a weapon and yes I can clutch
lock load then just bust
headshots breast shots even nutted in her butt
don’t tell her mother
she will spoil all the fun
I’m so unholy
even Sam smith runs
I’m at the church with a cucumber corrupting nuns
I’m so hot you can’t stop nor cool off a sun
so much friction on the mission that the fire Marshall called
said I can see a smoke plume you two better knock it off
so I said aw fuck it
middle fingers to em all
then I got to slamming headboards
holes in the wall
haha ha ha haha ha ha

Ayo, fuck you if you ever talked shit about me
2022 I grew
2023 I blew
2024 I open doors
2025 eyes open wide
2026 we grant a make a wish
2027 we built an engine
2028 open multidimensional gates
2029 a car flies
2030 I become an attorney
2031 my own marathon is run
2032 I’m recording on the moon
2033 I see america freed from greed
2034 America ends wars
2035 Intergalactic vibes
2036 Andromeda chicks
2037 still writing heat like kelvin
2038 Universally great
2039 water to wine
2040 fuck it you get it I will never stop recording
my own damn reality even if no ones supporting
my life my rules
I’m peppa pig laughing
meaning I’m snorting
now grab the hat and get to sorting
like it’s Harry Potter
Rest In Peace Hagrid
the magic is never ending…