Seven

[Verse 1]I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than
Mexicans sprint over borders
I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent
At Hamptons with
Fred Hampton relaxing at
Happy Camper
It's the fucking financial aid at
Hamptons wasn't relaxing,
I'm taxing"Fuck 'em all!"
I'm chanting, don't complain
I'm just ranting
Fuck ranking,
I'm the best,
I'm the champion's chariot
I'm a liar like
Carrey in "Liar, Liar"
I'm dirtier than the sheets in the
Marriott,
Cable guy like
LarryPeter
Pan in my youth, fucking fairies
I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste
Fuck it, Odd
Future some
Nazis, black
Nazis don't copy
We perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tacky
Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
Screw you like a black teen on
Judge Hatchett
Hang with thrashers and jackers
Drug dealers and crackers,
AP students and slackers
I'm backwards like
Jermaine Dupri in '93
Escaping from concentration camps with a fucking girl board and a ramp
That I ordered from
CCS with some diamonds that's
VVSLike I went to
Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress
With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly
White, red-headed bitch reminded me of
AnnieShe dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me
Fuck you bunches here, never disrespect my family
That's for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie
Wasted fucking youth?
All you old niggas antiques
We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from
RandyBitches like
Tia Landry watching
Billy and
MandyMotherfuckers wanna be
Odd but you can't be
Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot[Verse 2]
I guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
From Los Angee area anytime
I'm fucking landing
Fuck 2Dope
Boyz and Nah
Right, shout out to
Hype Track
Them motherfuckers could never get rid of me
Guess I gotta do a fucking song with
Dom Kennedy
Get these fucking hip hop bloggers to start feeling me
Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Lyrically
I'm dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine
Maybe I should buy some
Hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans
And follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipede
Centipede, make songs about
Gucci and ciggaweed
Jerk with my friends like it's some motherfucking little league
No I ain't no fucking hipster, mister
No I'm not no fucking
Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me
Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies, yo, yo[Verse 3]
I'm driving in a stolen truck, and
I'm probably fucking drunk
Wasted as fuck, can't walk it out,
DJ UnkMy nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked(Shut the fuck up!)
Who the fuck told me not to spoke?
Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished,
I'm managed
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
Everybody listening can suck my dick in
SpanishFuck you, faggot (fucking bastard)[Outro]
Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record
I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period
But um, I didn't mean to offend anyone, alright,
I'm lying,
OF