Hey, sorry, no
but I celebrate it so sick when you make these cool funny texts
You know? This cool, funny stuff, you know
Also say something like "Digimon" or such broken shoes
It's like, hahaha, it's so cool, so
I celebrate it so mentally sick, sorry, no

I come with fucked-up Chucks, while you show off with your shoes (Beastboy, oh, yeah)
I come with holes in my jeans, like Weregarurumon
(Swag, woah, yeah, yeah)
I come with fucked-up Chucks, while you show off with your shoes
(Yeah, show off, yeah, show off, yeah, show off, yeah)
I come with holes in my jeans, like Weregarurumon
(Yeah, -mon, yeah, -mon, yeah, -mon, yeah)
(Yeah, let's go)

Pinocchio says I'm wack (okay, and then?)
And his nose, it grows (the liar)
In Smash Bros. every attack is teched (I'm such a pro)
I think I'm cool and I'm always right (I'm cool)
I was never a G, but I'm a genius (woah)
Fulfill my wishes like a genie (woah)
You work with whistles like a ref (woah)
And I work, work, work, like RiRi (work')
You're like a high five, because you're nothing but a copy (copy)
I'm like a high five when I smoke grass with four others (smoking)
Fuck your zeitgeist, because that shit is too standard (lame)
Feel like a time traveler, stuck in the past (fly)
You flex with your Rolex (Loser), I flex with Shiny Onix (Pokémon)
Realtalk, if I wanted, I'd be boss in this showbiz (long)
Realtalk, if I wanted, I'd be on Mars by now (yes)
But unfortunately I'd rather (yes) play a bit of Smash and write bars (yes)

I come with fucked-up Chucks, while you show off with your shoes (Beastboy, oh, yeah)
I come with holes in my jeans, like Weregarurumon (so cool, yeah, yeah)
I come with fucked-up Chucks, while you show off with your shoes
(Yeah, show off, yeah, show off, yeah, show off, yeah)
I come with holes in my jeans, like Weregarurumon
(Yeah, -mon, yeah, -mon, yeah, -mon, yeah)
(Yeah, let's go)

Pinocchio says you're a cookie (okay, and then?)
And his nose, it doesn't grow (because it's true)
Everything you do is made of plastic (recycling)
Everything I do, pure magic (call me Dumbledore)
You misfit kids can say what you want (okay)
I've been balling for years (Baller) and I'm proud of it (yeah)
Because I love what I do, and I hang out in the vault for days (okay)
Write notebook after notebook full of brilliant things (I'm a genius)
You dream of more, but Beastboy pushes you off the ice floe (like an orca)
You can already get used to it not being meant to be (you loser)
They marvel, they hate and they steal, in that order
My music is popping, similar to a corn cob (popcorn)
They cough for the gold record, but shit on it
Mine is in the hallway and hasn't been unpacked for weeks (Realtalk)
None of the rappers can top me (yeah)
It's Beasty to the Boy (yeah), I broke the bar (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I come with fucked-up Chucks, while you show off with your shoes (Beastboy, woah, yeah)
I come with holes in my jeans, like Weregarurumon (Garurumon digivolves to)
I come with fucked-up Chucks, while you show off with your shoes
(Yeah, show off, yeah, show off, yeah, show off, yeah)
I come with holes in my jeans, like Weregarurumon
(Yeah, -mon, yeah, -mon, yeah, -mon, yeah)

Homie, you go ahead and chase your money, Homie, you go ahead and chase your fame
But as a connoisseur I tell you, the land of milk and honey is lame
Homie, you go ahead and chase your money, Homie, you go ahead and chase your fame
But as a connoisseur I tell you, the land of milk and honey is lame (lame)
(B-B-Boy-Boy, ra-pa-pa, Boy)
(Beastboy, fliggsy, Boy)

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