(Verse 1)
I still have the time to equip a quip,
and knock the teeth out of all the mouths that give me lip.
I don't have the bowel power to give a shit.
I'll melt minds worse than untreated syphilis.
In a bit, I'll do a little song for
everybody who keeps beggin' for an encore.
Come on, baby. We should all get on the dance floor,
and keep dancing 'cause the show will be on for.
ever ever 'cause I'm never gonna stop. I
hate looks, soda (so don't) stare at me like popeye.
Pop, I have no meaning in this song. I
got a mainstream song. I went pop. I,
um, I don't know what to say, right?
Ironic is a fuckin' rapper with stage fright.
Dang, I should explain myself.
I should take my belt and hang myself.
I'm just fuckin around.
I went so fuckin' hard that I'm tuckerin' out, but
I'm lovin' the sound
of my own fuckin' voice on the bass as it pounds like
childhook obesity,
like my gloves when I beat a beat, See?
Metaphors are easy.
I jumped on your girl and got the back, bro. King me.
Check the checker metaphor.
I'm the one to best the best. and better more. I.
write fire like my pen set the torch.
Come at me and get your fuckin head met with swords. I'm..
on top like a dominatrix.
When I go hard, it gets your momma naked.. umm..
but I'm the one who made this.
Tryna stop me is like tryna stop the matrix.
Hey, bitch, I'm not rude. I'm a gentleman.
Don't try to argue that's the end of it.
I'll rip your face off: Travolta and Nicholas..
Cage; Now you're re.semblin' the slenderman.

(Bridge)
Is this how I make a pop hit?
Spit brutal just by turning off my conscience?
Their rhymes suck, but
They're just tryin' to get some air-time, BUT

(1:20)

(Chorus)
There may be turbulence
if you try to fuck with this plain-old German kid.
You heard of him murderin' rhymes
and never givin' a fuck like virgin dicks.
Courageous when writin' ideas down.
Creatin' poetry out of worthless pens.
Your world will spin and swirl a bit.
There's perfect sense lurkin' in every word he spits.

(Verse 2)
Taco Bell saw your application, had to pass that.
Can't get a job there 'cause you can't rap.
Don't give up that easy. Oh hell,
you could probably go on tacos 'cause you fold well,
but you were not chose like del grande.
That was fuckin' corny. I'm not even gonna rhyme with that shit.

No more punchlines about nachos now.
Food fight, when there's nothin' left to taco bout.
Fuck.
I just did it again.
Got lazy with the pen
and scribbled it in.

(Bridge)
Is this how I make a pop hit?
Spit brutal just by turning off my conscience?
Their rhymes suck, but
They're just tryin' to get some air-time, BUT


(Chorus)
There may be turbulence
if you try to fuck with this plain-old German kid.
You heard of him murderin' rhymes
and never givin' a fuck like virgin dicks.
Courageous when Writin' ideas down.
Creatin' poetry out of worthless pens.
Your world will spin and swirl a bit
there's perfect sense lurkin' in every word he spits.

OW!