[Intro]
"I don't know, I dont really listen to that
I don't know, I dont really listen to that

I don't know, I dont really listen to that Jean Grae %#@!
She's like, it's like all underground and she's like a hippie. I'm not into that"


You !@$!ed. That's what you got from what I said?
On what song? $#&@ing hate you guys!



[Verse]
When it's grown folks talking you should shush your mouth

I get aroused by you dramady
clowns
Don't bother me now, scram kid

Before I go Manson and your man's dead
Or it's a handsome ransom on his damn head, Pause
My paws grubby, greasy

Don't drink Riesling or Moscoto that's a dessert bottle
Stashed up in the purse vodka
Blasted in the afternoon, hostile. Trashed up in a fancy room ...

Hostels- You in
Impostors ruin, the movement of the realest mother$#&@ers that do it
But I'm Large Marge, you're just Pee-Wee truckin' through it

Pursue her, good luck; I'm fluid as $#&@
I move like a loose screw point, hunt
Fast

and agile
Teleport rhymes
Nightcrawler while you're fragile, stagnant ballers

Don't give a damn about your dollars: ignore it
I don't give a damn about your problems: you're boring
What I utter, just utterly in the throws of the gutter and mixed with a dose of the beautiful struggle

And most can't handle it, Manga %#@!, animated English lit

Sing it ladies... (Jeannie rules!)

Greasy, yes, nice!

Greasy, ^!$$%. Slicker than your average

Believe me, nerds. Thicker than your glasses
They teach my words in your frickin' classes


I'm a scholar and a lady
Kiss my $$#, kids