[Intro: Elemett]
Oh sh**!!
Elemett!!
[Verse 1]
It's the Fat motherf**a in a polo
Who's still jacking off to p**no
And that might be embarra**ing
But embarra**ment is what I outgrow
I be smoking on them American Spirits, Steady Sipping that Boxer Lite
Cause that combination puts me in that right mind
Herrmann, anything you make, well I make plans to destroy
Cause you know I bring that name of my state, yeah you know that Ill Noise
I'm too smart for these k**joys
Beating them down with Alloys
Till they turn that Turquoise
That's that sh** I enjoy
How can I whose whiter than Albino?
Spit flows sicker than Chuck Pagano
Well back up in that 8th Grade
Is when freestyling began
And I chose not to be fake
So all my friends leaf cause I put down my rake
In high school. Man I must admit, I was afraid of all that booze and weed
So I lost who I was man and who the f** I wanted to be
And I was re-really awkward round these women that wanted to talk to me
I wasn't being abstinent just needed someone to rescue me
But now that I've changed, I'm getting higher than the motherf**ing stars
And getting drunker than Amy Winehouse at an open bar
But now that I'm in college they seeing that potential grow
That's why every party I get, Can you spit? Please bro
Oh no, I said no, Cause you think it's a joke
And if you can't hear I'm serious than you must be f**ing Van Gogh
Or Helen Keller, Can't wait to tell the teller
To give me a mill so I can buy pounds and cut trees like a feller
Just kidding, trust me, I really don't want to be famous
Cause if I had all this dough, you know I'd go and spend this
Carelessly, on anything, Even back when was fraid of strangers
I took all of that paper and blew it on Power Ranger
So in turn I be broke, and hungrier than Teri Schiavo
Told you that I'm psycho
Or Better yet I'm nucking futs
(laugh)
Or better yet I'm nucking futs
ANd I been that f**ing way since I swam right out've my Daddy's nuts
[Hook:Elemett]
Cigarettes & Beer, Not a pretty picture
But bring em both together, Such a perfect mixture.(x4)
[Verse 2]
Herrmann, I don't mean to put you on blast bro
But why you letting me diarrhea right up on your pica**o
This beats a f**ing masterpiece, It was meant for better f**ing things
Like a radio single for Lil B
(Herrmann: "Mann, f** that!!")
That pisses me off, How the f** did he get famous?
When you know that I got better flows and I'm sitting here nameless
Well maybe it's the way you f**ing sound? You don't think I know that!
But listen motherf**ers this our baby steps up into rap
Me and Herrmann went on Amazon, and got this 20 dollar mic
Stop Chief Keefing, could give a f** what you don't like
So stop all your b**hing, and listen to the lyrics
Cause if you actually hear it, I guarantee you feel it
Swag!
[Chorus (x4)]
[Outro]
Yeah!
Herrmann, just let it breathe
Yeah!