[Verse 1: Spaceboy]
Pull up to the party and they all know who it be
A psychedelic addict in a trippy hoodie
A trustafarian who took way too much LSD
And now he's rapping to a wall about his dumb philosophy
Look man think about it time isn't real
You should think about the fist that your face is boutta feel
You should think about your sis and the time I made her kneel
I swear to God I get more girls than Howie I don't even deal
Picking up the girlies is the sh** I like to do
But I never get the b**hes couldn't even score a dude
When I try to get a number I just get a sh**ty mood
But I can get back in my Prime using 2-day premium lube
Clicking through ebony b**h you f**ing scared me
Begging me to s** her tits but I don't f** with dairy
Lead her to the bedroom but that p**y was too hairy
Plus that dirty c*nt was leaking like a maraschino cherry
Share me bet I could make your b**hes drool
If you hate on me I'll f** you up like Yugi in a duel
If you're thinking you could beat me then you're thinking like a fool
I guarantee your weak a** couldn't even win over Abdul
Ooo, that one hurt your confidence a little?
You're so f**ing weak you look like Malcolm from the Middle
You're so f**ing dumb I bet you couldn't solve this riddle
Who is such a flaming f*ggot there's a new flavor of Skittles?
No not me your b**h rode me like a horse
I hit both of her holes my club was swinging back and forth
The only s** you've ever had was with your father's corpse
And any future intercourse will end in seconds in divorce
Of course the haters gonna' hate and say I'm fake
But if you look through my records you'll find genius in my traits
And if you go ask my doc he'll say I got a special fate
He handed me some crayons, a helmet, and a Superman cape
I've never got a date but when I did my date split
I was mad, I was sad, chugging 40s feeling sick
I'm alone, by the phone, silicone s**ing my dick
So f**ing sick of this bullsh** I hit up Duck to take a trip
Tripping out my mind my life is like an acid hit
One minute feeling low then the next feeling lit
One second met your mom then the next met her clit
We clinic'd with your bro and now he'll never be a kid
You know that your mother was a pro at low blows
Right under your nose I was a father to these hoes
Your sissy crying, "Daddy, daddy please take off my clothes!"
I took that s*ut down to my studio and showed her how I flow
Yeah I know I'm f**ed but ain't we all in some way?
At least I've got the balls to say what you're afraid to say
You sit there with a dil*o up your a** calling me gay
But I don't give a f** go ask your girl I f**ed her yesterday