Past confused, I'm half music, the other half is loser
Though I'm centered like Patrick Ewing, I mask a lack of use it's
Tedious, I'm a genius even when I'm rapping stupid
I have to do it to blast you fools with a mass illusion
You're trapped in sewage I spit out, you knew when I get down
It's over, roll the credits, it's copacetic, you're so pathetic
You let it happen through steady rapping, I'm grinning from ear to ear
Drinking a beer that's clear while listening to Tears for Fears
'Cause I'm gonna be here for years... Shout!
Absurdist abstract verbiage blurted out on purpose
Perfectly worded to purposely flirt with nerds and these vermin
I'm not conscious y'all, I'm Halle Berry, it's scary, I'm 'bout to fall
But I gotta catch 'em all with these monster balls
I'm in a hospital drinking fossil fuel; actually I'm doing obstacles
Stomping turtles in a plumber costume dude and I got lots of shrooms
So pass the controls 'cause if I have anymore acid I'll bring back the occult
With a golden axe and a whole pack of saran wraps and Mega Man X4
Hey zombie, quit grabbing, just let go
I got a passion for rapping and snapping neck bones
I'm not crazy, I'm just dope
Pussy and food I ingest both, reaching my threshold
These girls blow and I'm a sex bob-omb ready to explode, so let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
It's doom and gloom, who is you, I'm Juventud Guerrera
My juventud was terrible so I move into an era
That's more suited for a dude to tear up, I'm prepared to ride
Look me in my eyes and tell me if I'm scared to die
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
Bachata