ARROGANT AMERiCAN FREESTYLE (feat. Three Loco) [REMIX]

Yo, uh
Let the pad-thai glisten, the Kirby Puckett thunder kitchen*
I'm servin' fresh fixin', fuckin' parking lot, Winn-Dixie
I pour the melted hockey puck into the dixie cup
Jump out the Heathcliff truck, and then I hiccup
Yeah the Benz seatbelt hotter than a patty melt
I spoke vivid vocabulary, words to make sure I was felt
They didn't feel me, frost, frost bite, touch my earring
I wouldn't let you near me

Fall back, you hard of hearing?
I rock, I rock the Stormtrooper shades just to evade you, waste of space
So you don't evade my mental drapes
Just to ensure that we don't make eye contact
Ask me to tag you in a photograph and I won't call you back
What has art came to, where random dudes
Think invisible clout in a digital console
Can blur the lines of unparalleled realms, an abstract goal
I wouldn't even let you watch me paper fold
You might taint my soul
I hate to use the word hate, but I hate to procastinate
I hate I had to elevate, just to further separate
From you cakes and fakes, uh

You sponge soft heathen, don't have no business breathin'
I made forty grand last weekend, I was sleeveless
While you were sleepin', ask your granny where the grilled cheese is
I pray for the Lord's Burberry blessings and resurrection
Why you scrollin' through the Instagram comment section?
Yeah, our valet parked a coupe in Kuwait, I left the roof down for vape
And fear no more waste, yeah khaki commando

The Lambo on my lap, who the fuck is Riff Raff?
Yeah, I'm cocky when I rap, you should go to Planet Fitness
'Cause you're tacky and you're fat, your grey Hanes shirt
Sweat stain on the back, mom pats your back and laughs
When you runnin' laps, bought the Burberry Bentley for the Prada parking space
You ain't worth minimum wage, I can see it in your face

Yeah, baby, you can hear the piano, I'm Tony Soprano
And I'm not like Rambo when I'm wearing the camouflage
It's a mirage, I butt fuck you in the garage
Underwater flows are magic
Scuba stands for Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus
Doing Ayahuasca with Merlins
I open up the Persian curtains, it's a whirlwind

Me and Donald Trump disagree on a lot of stuff
But we seen to get along at the taco truck
He was telling me some awful stories
I'm like, "Bitch, pass the guacamole"
Uno, dos, three, six, I was never good at arithmetics
Me and Riff Raff takin' acid trips, and we're coming to your town
Hide your chicks

Pedal to the metal, in the Pontiac, Buick Civic
Lucid dreams, internal pre-teens, who you kidding?
Single men, I single handedly diminish
Dolly Parton, my french braids, I am finished
Still act tight though, right in the glory hole
Looking like a unicorn from Borneo
Under Maury Show, I had the episode
Five MeO DMT down in Mexico

My whole life been a series of bad decisions
Now I just pet dogs and laugh with children
At the strip club I'm alone in the corner
Three hundred bucks just to get a boner
Crying tears of Almond Joy, she smell like cocoa butter
Doin' coke in a stolen Toyota Tundra
I read books on drugs, yeah I'm learnin' man
I fly a UFO right into Birmingham

I want deep intellectual conversations
You want Instagram, looking at your notifications
Weak humans, you all need stimulation
I meditate naked on a lake in Jamaica
I quit weed so I could analyse my wet dreams
Life ain't always what it seems
It ain't always what it seems
Nope, it ain't always what it- uh, uh

Eating wakame salad with Joaquin Phoenix
Delusions of grandeur, is the number one weakness
I was the Joker, on Jimmy Kimmel live
Just a fat white rapper, that looked five
I'm a cool mothertrucker, I fuck your mom at Rutgers
You can go blow your pop, he a sucker
At the Oakland taco truck, yeah area
Three Loco back? That's a grey area

Three of us are perfect, like Eminem and Dido
Fresher than the snow crabs, deep in Hokkaido
This song is hella long but it don't need a chorus
Your rap turnt like a Russian name, they boring
Eating Borscht in my Porsche, I know it's Porsche of course
A horse is a horse, now I'm dating myself
Stange addictions, now I'm dating my shelf
I think we should abolish eating nail polish

To them it's like a plate of fries, that I demolish
You're overrated like Papa's chicken sandwich
I heard your Soundcloud and I just can't stand it
You peep my shit, you understand it
L'il Earth motherfucker, bitch I'ma plan it
Fuck Hollywood, it's a bunch of pretending
Like the people that were happy with Game of Thrones ending
The spoilers on my whips, witty quips on my lips

Loose lips sink ships, your mom sank the Titanic
My fanbase is gigantic, I never planned it
I got vintage bars, like a T-Mobile sidekick
Your rap's gonna suck, I don't need to be a pyschic
You act hard online, and I'm like, ha-ha
You're softer than a virgin Piña Colada
Doing shows in Japan, I get Kyoto checks
I'll get you my pretty, and Toto's next

My life's going good, like wings and blue cheese
Can I get another order for my crew please?
If Riff Raff orders ranch, I'm putting ants in his pants
Smoking plants with my fans, staring at a Rembrandt
I'm the hardest artist, I spray painted the Tardis
Got stabbed in London, and my dick sucked in Cardiff
Went to Amsterdam, with half a plan
Nutted quick at the red light, felt like half a man
Uh, I still came though