(Chorus)
Don't mind my ways; I've come to partay.
So pardon my French. It's not in poor taste.
I'll be on my way to some other place,
But let's just dance Before we part ways.

(1)
I was born with only arms; i guess i really am a son of a gun.
Trying to get up to my levels like fuckin a nun
Consent ain't gonna happen. Get stuck in a rung.
You little bitch, I'm at the top and I'm still buildin.
I'm raisin the roof up, and i kill ceilings.
I only got a fuckin floor and it's higher than your ceiling;
I can tear a new hole for you if you will it.
..mother fuckers tryina get it. I'ma give it.
Why you all up in my motha fucking business?
Man, iont even got a hit list.
I gotta whose-bitch-is-getting-this-dick list.
Your girl's up next. Time to visit.

(Chorus)
Don't mind my ways; I've come to partay.
So pardon my French. It's not in poor taste.
I'll be on my way to some other place,
But let's just dance Before we part ways.

(2)
Half of you suck and the other half are brain dead
what am I watching AMC?
I am a comedian in cross cuz I'm dangerous
on a beat.
I hit it hard who gives a fuck what Ray said
y'all some children music kind of regressed and I aint Jared but imma make you eat fresh
it's a disco listen to the disc go
round and round until the sound comes out and yes my rhymes will lock you in a roundabout
I know your mouth will hound me but you're not a problem
Yo, you're glue but I'm not a condom
call my meanings Waldo cause you haven't found them

(Chorus)
Don't mind my ways; I've come to partay.
So pardon my French. It's not in poor taste.
I'll be on my way to some other place,
But let's just dance Before we part ways.

(3)
You silly fucking cunt, who
Would ever want you?
It would take a blind man reading a room to touch you.
Man, fuck you.
I don't give a fuckin shit about your stupid fuckin bangers
That you're banging everyday
Cause you ain't got shit.
And you're not shit.
Homie, this is Konscience.
I don't know what you tried, but it's not wit.
You couldn't even come as hard as my cock spits.
Man, i run this
Bitch
Like
Dog walkers with too much energy.
Your girl is a centerpiece.
So i ate her ass out on the table, human centipede.
Man, these rhymes will be the end of me.

(Chorus)