[Chorus]
While you faggots used to make beds
I was actin' all brain dead
While you bitches got yo' face red
I was actin' all brain dead
While you assholes got on pain meds
I was actin' all brain dead
While you fuckers cut your dang head
I was actin' all brain dead
[Verse 1]
Called up my best friend, he said I wasn't spitting'
On my last few songs, but I still fuck his bitches
Cuttin' this wrist because I got depressed over fag reviewers
My raps were too weird for them so I grabbed a foolish
One choked him by the throat and told him that he ain't a lookie
You rappers want a cookie, here's my damn sister's pussy
You rappers are just a bunch of faggotty ass rookies
Who are shook because I dissed you, now you want some good beef
God called me last night and said I had to stop
Stop all the rap? Like you said, my asshole mom
Is still alive, I haven't quite murdered her with words yet
Perfect, stupid ass, you fucking worthless
Try shit, audibly talking about vicodins
But I just can't wrap my head around these fucking sightseers
Looking at me like I got the motherfucking problem
For calling you bitches faggots, bitch, shut the fuck up, you started it
[Chorus]
While you faggots used to make beds
I was actin' all brain dead
While you bitches got yo' face red
I was actin' all brain dead
While you assholes got on pain meds
I was actin' all brain dead
While you fuckers cut your dang head
I was actin' all brain dead
[Verse 2]
Silently a hater, but love Tyler the Creator
Why can't he call me fag, I'd love if he say shit
About me, how we gon' have a problem, cocksuckers
Y'all don't understand the implications of being my mom's fucker
Adopted, guess my first parents didn't want me
I wonder if that's why my real father cock-eats
He prolly left on a motherfucking trolley
Eating brocolli with somebody named Molly
Tired of people not knowing me, I need a good name
I can't live a good life without some damn fame
So I try to fit in, call some dumbasses faggots
Slap dicks, maggots, crap on rappers
The third coming of Marshall Mathers is here
With blonde hair, 'cause the fucking bastard ass here
Won't do it himself, so I have to now
Oh, you so mad at me, why can't you fags cool down
[Chorus]
While you faggots used to make beds
I was actin' all brain dead
While you bitches got yo' face red
I was actin' all brain dead
While you assholes got on pain meds
I was actin' all brain dead
While you fuckers cut your dang head
I was actin' all brain dead
[Verse 3]
Kill a bitch till his whole body bag is dead
My words stab you in the head whether you fag or les
Till you drag your legs across the floor
I fucked your mom, now she's a goddamn whore
Me, your father and the damn mailman
I don't care at all if I go to jail, and
You can say all the shit you wanna, I still don't give a fuck
Tonight, I'm gonna go and steal your bitch's stuff
I may not be as shady as Slim, but trust me, I'm both
Far as I know, your mom is gonna be my ho
Sike, yo I don't fuck with faggots' moms
That is all, maybe I'm gonna have to fall
Down on the ground because I'm too damn tall
To stand still, but I'm a cool man, but all
You bitches want beef, well you gonna get it
And trust me, dumbass rappers, I hate people bitchin'
[Chorus]
While you faggots used to make beds
I was actin' all brain dead
While you bitches got yo' face red
I was actin' all brain dead
While you assholes got on pain meds
I was actin' all brain dead
While you fuckers cut your dang head
I was actin' all brain dead
[Outro]
Haha
I'm just playin', Em. You know I luh' you
