Uncut, Unfiltered, Raw (Bored Anthem)

I'm pressed, clock's moving slower than death, my breath is heavily dressed I'm distressed and ever since there's Pence my best is incensed against Blessed and perplexed like the rest I got tourettes and I could be stressed They call me an apex I like to stay flexed all the way to the bench Hence against the Nets when Chet's depressed that he got ejected and hexed Turn on a horror movie to watch men get rejected and blitzed Running naked screaming they must've jeered and cussing here then they left Touched and I lust then I trust that I'm just entertaining my guts Raw and unfiltered too much won't be plunged from this house on a hunch So I turned on the hits and I judged whichever singer just sucks Despite sacrificing enticed by Mike Tyson sprying and flying a punch Rolling the dice twice and maybe thrice will be sufficing this dunce I'm a Paul Heyman guy but ain't closest to a fucking walrus Get in the ring with a clitoris with a girl named Deloris I'm ferocious dually noted and usually told em That my jewelery's golded but I truly sold it to an unruly soldier From a not coolly Poland who greeted me with a woolly orange Faced doorman who was disgraced after eating a four-inch porridge In a corridor with ogres and ballers from Nordstrom they're going But notice they wholesome foremost with cornrows and they were in pornos Inferno but solo for cholos who know it or show it