mighty morphin' foreskin

i am gojira in the mirror on some nonstop chop

some gon' leave it in the beaver pond the floor drop bars

stomping round mars cause that damn dart gun shot 'em

so i'mma fee-fo-fum until the cop cars come for 'em

it's been marvelous

starving artist at heart

i went harder than the art of war between martin

marvin and pauly shore

what you think i wore the sweater for

villain ain't a metaphor

i got paid and made a slave of my favorite whore

and who could ask for more

i'm chuffed off this paper guy

roll around town

top down

puffing stanky thai

and we're aight

i got the swag of seven sailors

all named jerry

the flow is so scary

how we change the game and put it on our back and put a little rap

and get a little back and lib blib blib blib hahaha

i'm like periwinkle blue manzee like who the fuck is you

man

i'm like ken - i punch you shoryuken or hadoken

fahrvergnugen

far from human

take your pick of pickled sticks

i'll send your chick these naked pics to make her dream of nigger dicks

toss and turn these bitches burn

cast into the fire

lesson learned from mr burns

then you're fired

yes

i concur

driven to manipulate

fueled by egomania

charismatic

and sometimes he exuded all this love on his face"