Seven

[Verse 1]I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than

Mexicans sprint over borders

I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent

At Hamptons with

Fred Hampton relaxing at

Happy Camper

It's the fucking financial aid at

Hamptons wasn't relaxing,

I'm taxing"Fuck 'em all!"

I'm chanting, don't complain

I'm just ranting

Fuck ranking,

I'm the best,

I'm the champion's chariot

I'm a liar like

Carrey in "Liar, Liar"

I'm dirtier than the sheets in the

Marriott,

Cable guy like

LarryPeter

Pan in my youth, fucking fairies

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Fuck it, Odd

Future some

Nazis, black

Nazis don't copy

We perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tacky

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Screw you like a black teen on

Judge Hatchett

Hang with thrashers and jackers

Drug dealers and crackers,

AP students and slackers

I'm backwards like

Jermaine Dupri in '93

Escaping from concentration camps with a fucking girl board and a ramp

That I ordered from

CCS with some diamonds that's

VVSLike I went to

Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

White, red-headed bitch reminded me of

AnnieShe dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me

Fuck you bunches here, never disrespect my family

That's for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie

Wasted fucking youth?

All you old niggas antiques

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from

RandyBitches like

Tia Landry watching

Billy and

MandyMotherfuckers wanna be

Odd but you can't be

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot[Verse 2]

I guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

From Los Angee area anytime

I'm fucking landing

Fuck 2Dope

Boyz and Nah

Right, shout out to

Hype Track

Them motherfuckers could never get rid of me

Guess I gotta do a fucking song with

Dom Kennedy

Get these fucking hip hop bloggers to start feeling me

Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Lyrically

I'm dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine

Maybe I should buy some

Hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

And follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipede

Centipede, make songs about

Gucci and ciggaweed

Jerk with my friends like it's some motherfucking little league

No I ain't no fucking hipster, mister

No I'm not no fucking

Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me

Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies, yo, yo[Verse 3]

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and

I'm probably fucking drunk

Wasted as fuck, can't walk it out,

DJ UnkMy nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked(Shut the fuck up!)

Who the fuck told me not to spoke?

Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished,

I'm managed

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Everybody listening can suck my dick in

SpanishFuck you, faggot (fucking bastard)[Outro]

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period

But um, I didn't mean to offend anyone, alright,

I'm lying,

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