(Chorus)
Every album out has a filler song.
Ere-Ere-Every album out has a filler song.
It's the.. era era of the filler song
Filled with enough repetitious rhythm to just kill them all. Kill them all.

(Verse 1)
Rap's not dead,
But it might as well be.
Tell me: How the hell else can I get wealthy?
Like the wicked witch, I'm so hot I'm melting.
of course it's corny I'm just doing what you tell me
And I. can grab a pad and then smash a track in the lab.
but I'm the truest fan that Konscience could ever have
Environmental-friendly? What kind of whack shit is that?
Tell me to Go green, bitch I'll crack the planet in half.
(I hate my job) Is that the way you want it?
Lazy lyrics, syllables must be square like a Punnett.
Hunny? What you mean that you got a bun in the oven?
Fourth and twenty hundred I'll grab your stomach and punt it. Fuck it.

(Chorus)
Every album out has a filler song.
Ere-Ere-Every album out has a filler song.
It's the.. era era of the filler song
Filled with enough repetitious rhythm to just kill them all. Kill them all.

(Hook)
Repeat, Repeat, Repeat.. Repeat that hook right now.
Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat redundant hook right now.
(Repeat X5)

(Chorus)
Every album out has a filler song.
Ere-Ere-Every album out has a filler song.
It's the.. era era of the filler song
Filled with enough repetitious rhythm to just kill them all. Kill them all.

(Verse 2)
I-I don't know how to go dumb.
My words still top yours, though I wrote none.
When I rap, man, I just try to go nun:
Meaning, when I'm workin', I am givin' no fucks.
Is Waka Flocka a war vet? A grown man
screamin' out his lungs sayin, "Look, ma, no hands!"
Alright, pick it up.
Please, give the gimmick up.
Everybody knows that you're a little nuts.
Excuse me, little nuts?
Homie, I got more nuts than little squirrels be diggin' up. Listen up:
I really care about you.
Syke, kid. Fuck you think? I like you? Give it up.

(Chorus)
Every album out has a filler song.
Ere-Ere-Every album out has a filler song.
It's the.. era era of the filler song
Filled with enough repetitious rhythm to just kill them all. Kill them all.

(Hook)
Repeat, Repeat, Repeat.. Repeat that hook right now.
Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat redundant hook right now.
(Repeat X4)
(3:10)

(Verse 3)
Man, I'm on top, so no one's beatin' me.
Obese Jamaicans: Yeah, I'll never see da feet.
I guess I dumbed down. Tryin' to be like all of you.
The Only thing I'm missin is a little bit of autotune.
Check my vocal approach; it doesn't match the words.
Serious beat; why. am I attacking verbs?
I'm on the wrong beat; why didn't the outcome change?
They don't listen to the words, kid, check the album name.

(Hook)
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Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat redundant hook right now.
(Repeat)