Lyrics: Stupid simplistic Soothing addiction Using any/everything, middle school whippets I’m makin I liked through me being different Acknowledged need of assistance Crowd of shellfish, is the pool of my pickins My shit they aint sniffin Nasal crippled with a large coke and ice, Watchin the drippage Witnessing this scrimmage of sinners shit flickin Tell me how to better through mouthful of fried chicken Hate wasted time but i listen, my fellow classmates were crippin ay Call em up on it, scoffing say "that ain't me" I play a game And I ain't sorry I've seen yo ass at the same parties Leaving everytime it just gets started That's game over, not a glitch don't blow cartridge Keep it simple Career in a divot deeper than both dimples Dancing tongue flippin, ear feelin like pussy tickles Blame the young acting, when you the STUpid Pickles Try hard like a bad audition tape Crave that cheesey grate On my ears I’mma craftier billy gates Add an O, take the S, and the E, lemme see I am billy goat tu eres real stupidity Where’d my letters go? Sometimes I’m blind to what I’ve seen Got no one reminding me except for me alone So what’s it gonna be? Whatcha think? Come for my head I’mma make ya heart sink That’s the type of groove Imagine when I’m in a mood Chill beat, still dead set to murder you Ill freak, a cancer stricken looney tune Still me, and I am only pissing truth Eye for tooth, this is lion in the booth stop Play mufasa in the alley get boondocked Coin in eyes he pennywise humor up top Like label did to Earl with grief post drop Ooo ignorant shit Spoken from a hole no one listening in Steal ya plate when don't hear ma call din din Then I'll pose as ya daddy for another helping Tinted, cause I wanna smoke a blunt free You rock em, claimin for the op please Never claimin what I am better check if ma freak Cuz ya girl aint to keen to please with them off teeth Cutting edge, razorblade, car wreckage Abstract art made in meth session Understand this is all ball stretching See, everybody bodies while they take they shits Throw on blast, now they can face the vent A C what I call when you fake the heat Scent “New Car” to turnt nose think it aint reek Went is that time that flies cuz a crowded space Seizin up years like how that strain was laced So rewind press play till it ain’t the same Don’t hit me back me with the same shit ya say Stupid loose lips gonna get a soggy grave Bumpin raw with Davy J Treat this like my safety space Lock em Keep it simple