| [Chorus:] | |
| I used to have two girlfriends, | |
| now I got none. | |
| Cause my number two girl | |
| found out about one. | |
| Two girl friends, | |
| now I got none. | |
| Cause my number two girl | |
| found out about | |
| Yeah, Yeah, I'm back again. | |
| Throw a hashtag in front of the trend. | |
| Huffing and Puffing so let me in, | |
| I just need a little bit of medicine. | |
| Oh no, strap on my sneakers. | |
| you don't need to play, | |
| watch from the bleachers. | |
| Ice so shiny, it gives you seizures. | |
| Clutch that ball, I will beat cha'. | |
| I'm sorry, I gotta do this here, | |
| but you hang with dicks, | |
| like a pubic hair. | |
| With an icy stare, | |
| got it worse than my deuce. | |
| Got me rock hard, | |
| shootin' off 'zooka. | |
| Yeah, Yeah, I said it to. | |
| This is like no edit; undo. | |
| What the fuck did I get myself into? | |
| (Wish I knew) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| It ain't over till' the fat lady sings, | |
| and Adele ain't on this track. | |
| Did I say that? Oh yeah, I must've. | |
| Black and Yellow, | |
| Bourbon Mustard. | |
| Not even just a little bit flustered, | |
| write it all down on the way to the bus stop. | |
| Looking at a girl with a Skrillex haircut, | |
| thinking to myself "Oh my god, it's America!" | |
| Haha, this is blasphemy. | |
| Get away with it, | |
| like Casey Anthony. | |
| Mixed in chemicals, | |
| this is alchemy. | |
| Drunk as fuck, | |
| hold a kid off the balcony. | |
| Zombie Killer. | |
| Manilla envelope, | |
| being dragged in the middle. | |
| Girlfriend sitter, | |
| I'm a high space shitter. | |
| What? | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I said I'm back, | |
| Lindsay Lohan. | |
| Watch me ride this track; | |
| no hands. | |
| Cause' I've been on the bike. | |
| Been around the block, | |
| like every other night. | |
| Yeah, till' the sun burns out. | |
| Zombie style, | |
| Words out our mouth. | |
| Dead, | |
| and I'll leave em' squirming. | |
| No protection, | |
| Rick Santorum. | |
| Haha, Damn near wrecked em'. | |
| Every time that I rhyme on the kick drum, | |
| You'll be, bleeding out your eardrum. | |
| Like "Goddamn I couldn't even hear them, | |
| Coming." | |
| Yeah, we hut the ground running. | |
| Goddamn now ain't that something. | |
| I used to have two girls, | |
| now I got nothing. | |
| [Chorus x2] |
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