They want me to rap about swag and having ass and cash?
I'll rather bash a female rapper, put careers in caskets
And hide her ashes in attics and act like nothing happened
So reconsider rapping if it's honey the hippie you're blasting
It's a damn catastrophe, cause I'm casually causing casualties
Rap about my cat or where my cash should be?
The industry's lips is where my ass should be
Need sex appeal to take off
Jackasses go and jack off
Steve-o let's take the night off
Jump in a tub and go get white washed
Because I have an aroma of animal and an addict
I spit like I'm bugs the rabbit
And all these drugs be my cabbage
Elmer fudd is where I pass it
Excuse my goddamn habits
I'm like tazz when I'm spazzing
I sound looney when I'm rapping (and I'm)
Feeling psychedelic. Feeling psychedelic. Feeling psychedelic
We be feeling psychedelic
Feeling psychedelic. Feeling psychedelic. Feeling psychedelic
We be feeling psychedelic
Feeling psyche-delic. Feeling feeling psyche-delic
Feeling psychedelic. Feeling psychedelic. Feeling psychedelic
We be feeling psychedelic
I'm getting cocky damn, lemme vagina down
My flow like kung kung pow
Take it down to china town
My tongue like sushi bitch
So raw when I spit
Might take some chopsticks
Turn rap chicks into picnics
Cannibal statistics, animal characteristics
I'm a dog up to these cats
Translate that, make it sound explicit
I'm a limited edition of bitches who are artistic
Painting vivid images of a witness on my hit-list (you see)
I was vegan, no reason for beefing with these ratchets
Your team is protein, stay lean off the beef you're passing
These little soft-whores want war with an upperclassmen
You want that beef?
I'll feed you that fresh meat harassment
Murder I wrote and I overdosed on dopeness
I'm an addict and I'm hopeless
And this coke is keeping me focused
Buy coke, I mean coco-cola
That I mixed with six coronas
Now I'm kicking it in the corner taking hits with all the stoners