(verse 1)
spitting image of my mother mirror image is spitting
synthetic sentences I dreamt that says im sick

geez I'm vintage
"so original" please,
internet is a given I tell em look at me nah

I need more cleavage and kittens
cuz I, could probably stop with the emo crap
should probably rap like how Steve-o act

pop molly not just some weed smoke stacking
all the Kilos like DeVito eating Cheetos #fat
that last word was a hashtag

I should probably drop a pop culture reference
rapping half-asshed
custom jeans. you're expensive as the last batch

of twinkies so I gotta $#&@ing rap.. what?
they came back?
that's $#&@ing marvelous

started this starving and tell myself that's what an artist is
really just an adolescent that had a lesson about the %#@! that' he's best in.


(verse2)
if wack rappers were a race I'd be grandpa racist
I know you feel me so just nod your faces

the same ones that you judge me with
think im the please take my money and then punch me kid?
well youre wrong im foreign guy that had no one

forming stories since my door was mostly close or done
being sheltered from the road (homeland)
own mother seen her mugged ( hold hands)

knew the kids in the tents that died hungry
!@%!e palace mother$#&@er that's my country
so dump me to the land where the art is dead

rap instead of what momma wants; architect
imma maybe do the opposite and spit all
I got

break in ears through a brick wall
hitting the brick when I speak with the eloquent
spitting that's sick as the kid with the medicine

I wanna win but
giving a %#@! every time is irrelevant