Fresh up out my moms vag, New ring on, Lebron swag//
teachers told me I was dumb, I'd have an odd future no golf wang//
They all up on my case, I swear the case was closed for-a-long-time//

killin em, stealing hearts, huge dude, committing small crimes//
lyrics crazy, appearence maybe, protection on-i got a fear for babies//
grabbed the freaking game and danced dirty, Im so weirdly swayze//

50 bucks is my networth, 100 songs, I killed that//
still-tryna-get-my-mill-stacked, got a duck face, but no real quack//


the-realest-up-in-it-the-public-will-know//
ive-been-killin-the-rhythem-untouch-a-ble-flow//
i-be-all-in-her-bed-ted-dy-rux-pin-the-flow//

got-the-rap-pers-all-scared-like-i-summoned-a-ghost//

try to find a better chinky weirdo in the burbs//

that can flow-a-little-better-than-the-kid-that-you-be-hearin//
..i-know-the-people-really-arent-fearin-my-appearence//
but im silly with the flow, really im a pro//


got a macbook, full of naked chicks//
black, white, brown, and asian chicks//

cele-britys, your favorite chicks,
even-the-girls-up-in-your-school you study majors with//
and no my dude, i-aint stanky rich//

i dont needa care bout your visa fare//
im a space-bound guy, i dont need your air//
i got the swag of 2Chainz with some bieber hair//

give em one slap, one slap//
my girl thicker than a mexicano mustasche//
sharper than a needle or a thumbtack//

and got these ol' heads wondering like "whats that"//



I'm skrillex, with chinky eyes, Yo girl call me mister pride//
5'6, a little guy, they tried to kill me, I'm still alive//
I'm so cold boy just watch me, I'm dope so, yeah I'm @@#!y//

Tryna tell me I ain't sick-is like saying yolo to a zombie//

I just walked in looking like I just got fired from my job//

scuffed up reeboks with a tank-top got your wifey on my rod//
they say Prizzy you ain't broke, you be lyin' cause you not//
man I got 20-cents in my checking boooy, get right up off my knob//


Made a job off what I day-dreamed bout in highschool, it-came-to-life//
Rappers sending shots? (shots), sorry bro you're not aiming-right//


shaq ballin i'm bad at free throws, throwing money like dan marino//
showin up to these huge meetings all half asleep, with a bag of cheetos//

they tell me i ain't hip-hop, hell yeah I ain't hip-hop//
that's why I got like 90K on my mixtape and yo ish flopped-
sick and please set the scale, rippin frees, never fail//

if you ain't here smi-lin, lose your virginity to a whale//
Man shout outs to all my fans, you dun held me down//
never thought i'd get like-this-much-love-from somewhere outta town//


I be
still on the grind-even-though-i-went-pop

and-i-still-got-these-old-er-girls-all-on-my-knob
you-keep-sayin-im-main-stream-i-dont-real-ly-care
got-my-mid-le-finger-gone-all up in the air//


MOBBIN' COMING SOON