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I think its probably time, I gotta go and up the ante
With the sunlight and a glass, put some fire in your fanny
Pack it real tight, like your mommy with your sammy
Sellin' ass like its candy - maybe score a couple xannies
I never meant a lot of things, half of what I say
I'm just pokin' fun, when they're battin' for the gays
"You don't gotta smoke the pole, but you better bake the cake"
I'm passin' over dudes with the batter on their face, hold up
You're so mean, so bleak
While I teeter in-between
Suicide and a relapse
You're so mean, so bleak
Got a mag with seventeen
Suicide and a relapse
You're so mean
That's a few drinks poured
With the cops at the door
Make a scene when I relapse
You're so mean
That's a few drinks more
With a girl I adore
Make a scene when I relapse
Hush now, its a verbal assault
"Lock him up officer, he's been breaking the laws"
"Poetic hate speech in his terrible songs"
Fuck y'all man, suck my fucking balls
Quit your cryin' ladies, everything is fine and dandy
You happy to see me - or is that a washer in your panties
"Male chauvinist pig!" Nah, y'all can't understand me
'Cause I came from the nineties where a dad could fix a tranny
I don't need a weapon when
You pussies takin' estrogen
Free speech, guess again
I'm lacking melanin
Rowdy, like Jerry and Tom, for the "helluvit"
Bad Rap's Ghost is back, y'all got some fuckin' skeletons
Too bad that I - speak with my chest
Big flex, Scotty P, notta single letter - "No Ragrets"
Ya know what I'm sayin', ya know what I meant
When I say my wife's campers got me pitchin' a tent
Y'all don't wanna fuck with my anti-woke rap
Suck a feminist's toe, blow out that hoes back
I got the antidote - open throat, down the hatch
I'm scalping like a savage, expose your skull cap
I want my slow clap, and y'all can call me poser
'Cause I got no cash, in my '04 yota
Till your spines grow back, watchin' news on the sofa
Stay inside masked bro, I'll go viral like corona
Who the fucks bringing up new generation scene kids
You're made with thin skin, I say obscene shit
I'm so fuckin' fowl - my chickens seen this
Turkey crossing roads and clucked "let me hit"
Shake your tail feathers, while she playin' with her kitty
Don't ya know better dog? Throw a bone when she's bitchy
Goin' broke on the toys while the wand makes her dizzy
'Cause you don't beat it up, like we're livin' in the fifties
I grew up on 3OH!3 and Mickey Avalon
Hollywood Undead and Blink-182 with Tom
Wish '07 was a place that I could visit with these moms
That demand tolerance - we all used to get along
Till they decided that it was never enough
Everybody's a victim, just fucking give up
Fuck an HR rep, I'll just skip lunch
So I don't say some shit to get a bitch tripped up
You're so mean, so bleak
While I teeter in-between
Suicide and a relapse
You're so mean, so bleak
Got a mag with seventeen
Suicide and a relapse
You're so mean
That's a few drinks poured
With the cops at the door
Make a scene when I relapse
You're so mean
That's a few drinks more
With a girl I adore
Make a scene when I relapse
I pray you see my blood before you think I'll forget
You fuckin' faggots hedge your bets, while you're acting upset
You qualify your "sorrow" while you're "paying respect"
What if your dad or daughter fucking leaked from their neck
Snot nose brats, you got the world coddled
Those aren't facts, just because you talk slow
Follow that journo to the condo
Watch yo back - we waiting for the drop though
Clinical chick, with like forty meds at home
Calling me criminal for defending my own
You subliminal pricks should have left it alone
Now your getting got, while we're picking the bones
I'm a scavenger, while I search and destroy
Like a call of duty lobby, I look out for my boys
With a shotty in the passenger, actin real coy
The quiet ones are nice till you rip out their voice
Call me every label, man, I'm a fuckin menace
I'm more jarring to your ears, than watching women's tennis
You can't put me in a box, so you try to stop my sentence
From ever being thought, till we snap from the tension
I tried rapping like all the rest but I can't
I make the songs, no producer or band
I don't have a team or a paid girl-fran
Jackin' me off when I say "give me a hand"
I'm the whole fuckin' show, but there's plenty of me
Skinny white boy, bro who doesn't know when to leave
I can be real polite, great host, Ima treat
But I'm watching every move, so don't play with my peace
I'm watching every move, so don't play with my peace
I'm watching every move, so don't play with my peace
I'm watching every move, so don't play with my peace
I'm watching every move, so don't play with my peace
You're so mean, so bleak
While I teeter in-between
Suicide and a relapse
You're so mean, so bleak
Got a mag with seventeen
Suicide and a relapse
You're so mean
That's a few drinks poured
With the cops at the door
Make a scene when I relapse
You're so mean
That's a few drinks more
With a girl I adore
Make a scene when I relapse