[ Featuring
JPEGMAFIA ]
Yeah, yee
JPEG motherf*ckin' MAFIA
(Look bitch, I'm nauseous, yeah)
You know it's motherf*ckin', JPEGMAFIA, know what I mean
(Look bitch, I'm nauseous, conscious)
3-3-4, 4-4-3, 7-1-8
It's nasty
Son
Look bitch, I'm nauseous, I'm movin' cautious
I'm smokin' dope to clear my conscience, a f*ckin' martian
Peggy, how you spit so awkward, the beat be barkin'
I'm peepin' Breakfast Club, like, "Damn, I wish I was a part"
At your crib, I'm at your job, I'm like a f*ckin' stalker (yeah)
Forty buck turn Steven Universe to Steven Hawking (nasty)
I'm 'bout them commas, f*ck your comments
I tote a llama (brrat), in IRL you got no armor, I got no father (nah)
Catch me at the harbor, these crackers harmless
You ain't a shooter, bitch, that's f*ckin'-
Talkin' shit on Twitter, bitch, what you accomplish?
Nothin'
Like, why does that even make any sense?
Do you know what I mean?
Like, shit like that, there should be some sort of a rule
Unless there's like, like, yeah, like, like, inability to consent, like, contest that decision
Anybody should-
Do you know what I mean?
She's not right, so
Do you know what I mean?
She's not right, so
I been good, I been good, it's just like, yeah
