[Hook]
Bob-headed, snob habit
Rub everyone’s faces
Stop nab it, hope that it wasn’t gonna be repeated
[Verse 1 : B-ly]
If this guy makes a wish his dad was dead
Brat, bald-headed, lustered hair
Oh, there ain’t no hair, just a moustache on there
Insult, I take him with a grain of salt
Hogwash, bitch, who needs sexuality?
Teachin’ no authority, yes
Scott-jump on the field or slap me on the wrist
I just stab him on the rear (Ouch!)
Who’s talking ‘bout religion?
We don’t need your damn old vision
“ I don’t know but in Christian, they said that if stray doesn’t understand their ways, they call it “lost sheep” “
And Sir, do you pray while sleepin’?
Accuse me that I was hoity-toity, you snotty big body
Is there a mother lived alongside that street?
I’d make a twist unexpectedly, irrelevant saga
Who’s actin’ like gaga? I snipe his head through drive-by (Headshot!)
Take a stick drum and used his ass to be the tabla (bla-bla-bla-bla)
Compare to your ideology, fell a pratfall on a dummy
Is that ingenious candy you chomp, that’s yummy?
Shake my hand to you, but you kick over me
To do some flusterin’ stints, eating dirts, crows
Tryna hobnob to you, hope I can answer these questions
To counter the hubbub, ain’t you?
[Hook]
[Verse 2 : WillFake]
Mr. Goddamn-Man-You-Need-A-Toupee
Read the frickin’ daily newspaper today
Fuckin’ fatherfucker, drowsy eyes that eyeballed pupil everyday
Your fatherfuckin’ stint at the bottom of the totem pole
Shit, occupation ain’t clearly brief, afraid, but on the surface brave
You are unemployed, better be an employee, can not afford ya fam
Do nothin’ at school, just talkin’ twiddle-twaddle at school
CP be victim, Novita gets your adlibs, they can’t even move their lips
About shit, mark this, mark that, I don’t care, Denmark? Landmark?
You markerfuckin’ teacher, hey!
Unimportant tasks you gave, what ya think? I can finish it, shit
In a baker’s dozen days, no one can relate to your motherfuckin’ story, man
Stop laborin’ the point, you need to be joinin’ political party, nope
But I’ma be sightless of that, that motherfuckin’ formula that you make
I don’t give a motherfuckin’ fuck ‘bout you jot
Scribble indecipherable, jack-a-dandy like ya versuses the rebel, you can’t
Cigarette you smoke in front of the fuckin’ students
Accomplished boy’s so woeful ‘cause you told him he didn’t have pops with a hand pointin’
Nah, now I got the fuckin’ ads, it tells about another job you can change, so gay?
Mac, go enrollin’ yourself and get the fuck out, bitch, I think it’s better for ya, now dead!
[Hook]
