This is stupid shit, what the fuck am I supposed to do with it,
Spittin cuss word after cuss word, then try to recoop my lip,
My notebook filled with stupid shit, so I'm just trying to regroup with it,
I aint even need a good hook, cause this is stupid shit,
I'm butt ass necked, taking a piss in the middle of the ocean,
See you can, look at my face, it has little or no emotion,
This game is so cut throat, I'm gonna fuck it, then make the slut gloat,
I'm a fuckin wise man, like a fuckin rhyming owl,
Singing, lookin at Kera, flippin off Simon Cowell,
At the YMCA, trying to hook up with a girl, I fuck in a speedo,
Now I'm at a formal dinner, that's not a banana in my tuxedo,
Your mom, well, she's a fuckin blonde bombshell,
I aint got nuthin to lose, I've already gone to hell,
I want a different mother, how about Kim, Kortney, or Khloe,
Fuck me, then please just abourt me slowly,
I'm alone, tired of yankin, I wanna marry girls,
that was alive when all the craze was jerry curls,
Her white pasty legs look like fuckin hairy pearls,
I quarter of the head of a quarter, is back at the head quarters,
I sped to the border, jumpin dead Mexicans, that are dead from mortars,
This is stupid shit, what the fuck am I supposed to do with it,
Spittin cuss word after cuss word, then try to recoop my lip,
My notebook filled with stupid shit, so I'm just trying to regroup with it,
I aint even need a good hook, cause this is stupid shit,
(Strictt)
Mexicans and mortars, we back on that useless-putrid-stupid-shit,
Fa-Q and Ame fuckin up the booth with ruthless-crucial-lucid-scripts,
Dog you can have Kim and Khloe, I’ll just take the next-dame,
Maybe Luna - or slip a roofie to FAME..I heard she wanna F-Ame,
At least that’s what the voices in my head say, insanities-great,
Bizarre fantasies-take me-to-a-place that’s either crazy-er-fake,
Sippin Bacardi-and-crown, 2 bags of kush, we partying-now,
Get down and dirty with Raquel.. smokin Gras when Mardi’s-in-town,
Twist another, Im gone-bro keepin Mary in the air til Dawn-shows,
Mr. Ame’s-crazed, so sick I can play the name-game with John-Doe,
Screwin a blonde-hoe all the while picturing the cute-brunette,
Im gonna chew-though-next, wake up in morning with few-re-grets,
Head to Starbucks where Im jottin-spits in HTML..I call’em Java-Scripts,
Thoughts are fat and ugly, guess my minds on some Jaba-shit,
I spot-a-chick..watchin every movement of her ass-as-it-shook,
Reach out a grab-it-then-whoosh..I run right back-to-the-hook
This is stupid shit, what the fuck am I supposed to do with it,
Spittin cuss word after cuss word, then try to recoop my lip,
My notebook filled with stupid shit, so I'm just trying to regroup with it,
I aint even need a good hook, cause this is stupid shit,
My feet reeking, they got hit by a heat seeking,
Missle, they smell like pussys from girl I meet streaking,
One of the times streaking, I met a flirty, onrey, skinny whore,
We got in a fight, no she doesn't do my dirty laundry any more,
I'm the type to pass a note, I used to wipe my ass, and gloat,
Then piss on my lawn, then gripe my grass is soaked,
I'll give you an album, and yall are just buyin fillers,
I fucked Owen Wilsons wife, let me try Ben Stillers,
I do shit, like shave my nuts like Will Smiths fade,
Who said I had an afro, I don't know where these myths are made,
I'm a conceited bastard, that each day tried to get weeded faster,
I'm a fuckin vampire, and I most definately thirst for Carrie,
I made my move, and she said to me, at first its scary,
But she understands, that I'm just trying to burst her cherry,
I'm the type to push down kids, who brought them grannies,
Then talk to only teens, that wear cotton panties,
I fucked her, and I'm wearing only a tight jock strap,
I called it a reverse Michael, cause it turned my white cock black,