[Intro]
No matter how much ketchup you put on a blade
You still couldn't cut the mustard
Best thing you can muster up
Is to cut the cheese like a fucking buster
Yeah, this buster brought me back
Took a last stand like General Custer
Now I'm sitting down on the record
Like Brit Hume and Greta Van Susteren
[Verse 1]
This just in
All the money in the world is fake, cryptocurrency
No one’s listening currently
So I speak with no urgency
Whole world's going to seed
So I just sit back mirthlessly
Making moves furtively
So extend me the fucking courtеsy
When a super girl gives mе a flash
My dick is everwood like Greg Berlanti
I’ve been a Rebel Devil today
I was the leader of an insurgency
I'll be a legend tomorrow, people
Solving any and all emergencies
Fucking hoes very fervently
They welcome me in with great fervency
I knew her in a biblical sense
‘Cause what I write, call that inerrancy
Hi, my name is Ken D
I’m too sweet and the "D" stands for divergency
Something smells fishy, though
Quick, everyone to the conservancy
I flow right into the stream
Where the undercurrent is a period of uncertainty
Plus, I love to dual-wield
So when I see twins, I fuck both girls concurrently
Me against the world like the old Germany
Storming the beaches of Normandy
A worthless death you'll never forget
But you'll remember me, werden sie
Remember me
[Chorus]
This is my single
All I got are singles
So whether or not you’re taken
For now, you’re single
Bitch, come on, let’s mingle
I’ll wiggle around my wingle
Better shake your ass
Until I hear your vajazzle jingle
Touch your nipple tips
Until both tits tingle
‘Cause once I pop, you can’t stop
Like a can of Pringles
You’re a ho, ho, ho
That makes me Kris Kringle
Slut, note the lingo
I’m a star like Ringo
Christoph Waltz, bitch
You’re damn right that’s a bingo
That, that-that’s a bingo
That, that-that’s a bingo
That, that-that’s a bingo
That? Now, that’s a bingo
[Verse 2]
There's a good chance no one will ever hear this
That's why I spit this shit so fearless
I ain't the best but I'm in the upper tier list
Anti-social on dry land, that's how I stay so peerless
Aw, shoot, you got no balls
That makes you a near-miss
Love is a hurtin’ thing like Lou Rawls
I could attract better with deer piss
I keep it a buck, massacre down in Sioux Falls
You fuckers are dearless
This shit just got real, blue balls
‘Cause not every shampoo is tearless
So just hide from the Nazis under the floorboards
Thousand-year Reich with nothing to show for it
I know it ain’t right but fuck it, I’m so bored
Please leave a like, for fuck’s sake, Good Lord
Manipulation by gaslight ‘cause I am just so abhorrent
Must’ve been evil in a past life ‘cause this demon’s just layin’ dormant
I wanna get to know you but I swear I’ll never turn informant
Better shore up on your insurance, just to be sure
‘Cause I got a lifetime of pain and torment waitin’ for me
Don’t mean to be forlorn
Mental health is just so important
Since the day I was lowborn
Happiness to me has been so foreign
Ready to even the scoreboard
But not allowed to be ignorant
Show me the door to the floor, whore
I’ll show you the whole warrant
See, I’m hoarding a torrent of whores
So horny for more, you can’t ignore anymore
Gotta explore, when they be pouring
But I’m throwing you overboard
If I’m hearing your lady roar
Look at a land ho, onshore
I swore, this fucking lady’s soaring
Coming straight outta Mordor
I’m a Wizarding Auror
Walking the corridor
Super skilled as an orator
Gotta bond with pussy galore
For sure ‘cause they’re absorbent
Bad apple to my core
Going to war, war-torn
The Wizened Wizard Of Gore
You’re forewarned
Add it to my lore, you’re done for
I’m a senior, you’re sophomore
You’re just pissed ‘cause you’re in for it
[Chorus]
This is my single
All I got are singles
So whether or not you’re taken
For now, you’re single
Bitch, come on, let’s mingle
I’ll wiggle around my wingle
Better shake your ass
Until I hear your vajazzle jingle
Touch your nipple tips
Until both tits tingle
‘Cause once I pop, you can’t stop
Like a can of Pringles
You’re a ho, ho, ho
That makes me Kris Kringle
Slut, note the lingo
I’m a star like Ringo
Christoph Waltz, bitch
You’re damn right that’s a bingo
That, that-that’s a bingo
That, that-that’s a bingo
That, that-that’s a bingo
That? Now, that’s a bingo
[Outro]
Rocked up to Kimmy Gibbler
She said I was guapo
But then she wanted me to Hitler
So I told her Gestapo
Just stop, ho
