[Verse 1]
I'd tell him to eat a [bad word] quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give a [bad word] like a quarter with 20 cent
At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin' at Happy Camper
It's the [bad word]  financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin'
 [bad word] 'em all!" I'm chantin', [bad word] I'm just rantin' [bad word] ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot
I'm a liar like Carrey in "Liar, Liar"
I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry
Peter Pan in my youth, [bad word] fairies
I'm using my tooth bait to get that [bad word] teeth paste [bad word] it, Odd Future some [bad word]  black [bad word] don't copy
We perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tacky [bad word] a label on my jacket, [bad word] you like a ratchet [bad word] you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett
(?) and jaguars, [bad word] dealers and crackers
Able students and slackers
I'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93
Escaping from concentration camps with a [bad word] girl born in a ramp
That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVS
Like I went to Sierra Leone in a [bad word] dress
With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
Sup on my hat like that [bad word] Frannie
White, red-headed [bad word] reminded me of Annie
She dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me [bad word] you bunches here, never disrespect my family
That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie
Wasted [bad word]  youth? All you old niggas antiques
We go skate, rape [bad word] and eat donuts from Randy [bad word] like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy [bad word] wanna be Odd but you can't be
Sit the [bad word] down all you old niggas stand me, [bad word] 
[Verse 2]
I guess I gotta be a [bad word]  hand-me-down rapper
From Los Angee area anytime I'm [bad word]  landing [bad word] 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track
Them [bad word] could never get rid of me
Guess I gotta do a [bad word] song with Dom Kennedy
Get these [bad word]  hip hop bloggers to start feelin' me
Because I'm [bad word] my own beats
Lyrically I'm dope enough to [bad word] [bad word] the dude who made nicotine
Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some [bad word]  skinny jeans
And follow in your footsteps like a [bad word]  millipede
Centipede, make songs about Gucci and cigaweed
Jerk with my friends like it's some [bad word]  little league
No I ain't no [bad word] hipster, mister
No I'm not no [bad word] Kid Cudi, all my [bad word] fans love me
Collaboration hits for fans screaming [bad word] buddies, yo, yo

[Verse 3]
I'm drivin' in a stolen [bad word]  and I'm probably [bad word]  [bad word] Wasted as [bad word]  can't walk it out, DJ Unk
My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked
(Shut the [bad word] up!) Who the [bad word] told me not to spoke? [bad word] everybody here, everybody vanish, I'll manage
Hop off my [bad word] and make a [bad word] sandwitch
Everybody listening can suck my [bad word] in Spanish [bad word] you, [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] 

[Outro]
Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record
I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period
But um, I didn’t mean to offend anyone, alright, I'm lying, OF