Notes

Hey,
I’m not gay and I’m not bi
So fuck the freakin’ media
You think I’m broke but I got stacks as thick as encyclopedias
Ain’t believin’? Check it on Wikipedia
People want my game, gettin’ greedier and greedier
Like spoiled meat-eaters
Gettin’ one meter before they collapse
And take some craps
And naps
And eat some scraps
And listen to Relapse
For the fortieth time
Then go to their part-time
That’ll last a lifetime
Or at least until springtime
While obsessed with Cheer Wine
And struggling to stay in a straight line
Crying over vine
And they’re not fine
But they act like they’re nine
With spoiled Calvin Klein
And they confine
Their design
And they can’t define
Canine
Why you cryin’?
Hear the siren?
Yeah, tornado, bitch
Die in a ditch
And spazz and glitch
And freeze in a fridge
And chill!
Jeez!
Pop an advil
Get out of my grill
It’s not a drill
[sigh]
Sit down and watch King of the Hill
And grab a Cheer Wine and spill
It all over the carpet, really Bill?
So pop a pill
And calm the fuck down
Yeah, you're white, not brown
So turn around
Here’s the countdown
5.. 4.. 3 2 1
Fuck Little Einsteins
Be back by nine
So I can lecture you on how to dine
Really fine
With style
Woo!
And so you can walk down the aisle
While
Keepin’ a smile
And not chompin’ like a crocodile
This is all coming from an eleven year old
Sorry, lemme put you on hold
So I can return to my gold
That’ll eventually be sold
So my money can be controlled and maintained
And chained
Not drained
Or stained
But contained
And explained
And it’s all fraud and you’ll be blamed
Ashamed
Framed
But they can’t hear your complaint, your alibi
For all they know, you could be bi
Or high
They think you're the bad guy
And you just cry
While chugging a Bai
And enjoying Bill Nye
Get wasted
While you stare into your bracelet
But you don’t give two fucks
That you got it for 5 bucks
And you feel like you got hit by a truck
So buck
Up and try your luck
At a scratch-off
That’s not the real deal, it's a branch off
And your ticket will get snatched off
And you're broke
And you've choked
Can’t even afford a coke
While you try to soak
Under an oak
Tree
While you smoke
Weed
You wish
Actually you got bit by a catfish
And getting hit on the head with a butter dish
And you want to go back
Desire
You're not a big buyer
But you try, but you're a crier
And as you get higher
You feel like you're floating on a wire
And you can’t
Come
Down