How's it going, going, well? everybody parades me, thinks the flow is swell
Either that or it smells like trash, cause they recording, scream, man that crap
Is ahhhh
Never mind, here's what it's like, inside my mind
Beers in the fridge, go have a sip, we only got root
I mean I'm just a kid too, everybody shut up and chew
Quieter than a guy blowin' his nose into a tissue, ok not the best analogy
Kids nowadays don't know what any of that even means
They all complain about their allergies
So you see my bars aren't trash, it's just that my racks are not even racks
You can't even stack them, so I go back again and punch my homie and my
Friend and trap him inside a room, to mass produce
Clonies, beggars, can't be choosies
We all have different beliefs, ok like I believe
God made us, all so I pray to him, is that not cool with
You
Womp womp, go eat my shoe you stupid dog, by the way on the subject of God
Why'd you make me, and am I supposed to do this, answers I need
Guidance I seek, but for the time being, let me be me while I go and eat an entire
Pizza and cry cause they don't like me, and they want me to go wee wee, all the way
Home, yeah, yeah, yeah, homie nah
So you see my bars aren't trash, it's just that my racks are not even racks
You can't even stack them, so I go back again and punch my homie and my
Friend and trap him inside a room, to mass produce, clonies, beggars, can't be
Choosies,
Homie nah like I'm Token, wait not statement
Withdrawn, he's good I'm not, so I climb to the top and knock a few people
Off along the way, like my name is Jon, oh wait it is, so me and my boy
Athon, are about to cause chaos again, cause we can, and I'm still trapped in my
Head, he just spits, but he's dead, so I just win, yeah, take that, I'm back, like a
Baseball bat, smacked against your head, return to sender, you're back again, coming
Back like sin, you already know I always win