It’s the fucking general, Vans cut shorts
Neck covered in colored emerald, the yellow by the blue
Like I pissed inside your swimming pool, I’m Mr. Made-A-Bundle
Fuck being rapper and lyrical, here’s a ticket to carnival
Barnacles, now I gotta brag
Beemer drive right by you niggas like I was kinda fat
With a paint job thats flatter than Miley Cyrus ass
Ludicrous niggas is hoping that rapper Tyler crash
I see a victim, call the fucking doctors
I’m starting to see symptoms, faggot getting sick again
Fucker get a syringe and a prayer from all your friends
That are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see blood
Cuz, red and blue like what the fuck’s popping?
I’m the blackface of white America, a noose in my pocket
Everyone’s dumb or either dead, so you do not have an option
So I’m sorry Martian and activist I’m bout to tie knots with
And ain’t no one gonna stop shit, I wanna find my pops
Locking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adopted
By chimps and a hippopotamus, Tyler’s a fucking animal
When he spit, he goes ape shit, so it technically makes sense
