Catatonia
Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck am I?
I'm your worst nightmare, bitch I don't sleep you lie
Yeah we be polar opposites boy but you don't phase me
Why you sleeping all over my music like it be your best daydream
I saw your video, I heard your song
It reminded me of that time I jerked off in my palm
A super god damned waste of time and I had to wash my hand
Don't you ever send me a fucking link without saying it's spam
Same ship different lake shit is fake
I swear to godlessness these rappers always propagating cliches
Baggie jeans, skinny jeans, history repeats itself
Your clothes be so expensive that they make the art look cheap as hell
Your style is not good, somebody better let you know
Cause see I'm whacktose intolerant and can't digest your flow
Yeah you're different in a similar way
Given me uncontrollable urges to stick my dick in your face
It's not a hobby, more like a habit
I just have to get myself together and take off my pants and jacket
Man your whole rap is getting old like a road map
In fact I'm having a vowel movement, O crap
It's going down like an anchor
I thought I told you to stay in the car and bark at strangers
Your music sucks, but I'm down to help
You pull your foreskin over your head, so you can piss and drown yourself
I'm your worst nightmare, bitch I don't sleep you lie
Yeah we be polar opposites boy but you don't phase me
Why you sleeping all over my music like it be your best daydream
I saw your video, I heard your song
It reminded me of that time I jerked off in my palm
A super god damned waste of time and I had to wash my hand
Don't you ever send me a fucking link without saying it's spam
Same ship different lake shit is fake
I swear to godlessness these rappers always propagating cliches
Baggie jeans, skinny jeans, history repeats itself
Your clothes be so expensive that they make the art look cheap as hell
Your style is not good, somebody better let you know
Cause see I'm whacktose intolerant and can't digest your flow
Yeah you're different in a similar way
Given me uncontrollable urges to stick my dick in your face
It's not a hobby, more like a habit
I just have to get myself together and take off my pants and jacket
Man your whole rap is getting old like a road map
In fact I'm having a vowel movement, O crap
It's going down like an anchor
I thought I told you to stay in the car and bark at strangers
Your music sucks, but I'm down to help
You pull your foreskin over your head, so you can piss and drown yourself
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Writer(s): Buck Bowen
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