[Intro: milo] I was baptized in a Walmart branded Kiddie-pool [Verse 1: milo] There's no more masks to wear My father stares in my eyes only to see what I've stashed in there Buffering lies, a particularly covetous guy Finger-f**s the sky and asks for more I am content with first base and a staggering birthrate of first-mates Our Sherpa cannot commit a single mistake Your favorite rapper is mealymouthed My home studio is piecemeal It's supper time in Springfield This ornamental vest is lacking in pieces of flair At Old Country Buffet on a Wednesday And Jesus is there ignoring the sneeze guard My Patronus is a steam car Trying to reach whatever level Ween are Wrote a rap song I couldn't translate to my white friends An infinite loop of MF DOOM muttering "Aight then" Sounds like somebody has a case of the Mondays [Bridge: milo] I was baptized in a Walmart branded Kiddie-pool I was baptized in a Target branded Kiddie-pool I was baptized in a K-Mart branded Kiddie-pool By an anemic sorceress who's drowning under a hidden moon [Verse 2: milo] Guy Fieri eats n***a toes He doesn't listen to Sigur Ros I don't want to know about your niche goals or read your Tumblr dedicated to fitspo I'd rather dance in sandals on tip-toe Pantsless on skid row Panting, screaming flip-mode Find me brewing mint tea with old fogies Blessing a meal of kimchi with old hoagies Who wrote his thesis using the one black man emogi Rap game Mowgli with a nosebleed Who had the courage to keep on hoping Who had the courage to keep on hoping