Whatchu Expect?

Yo I'm not very patient, don't keep me waiting
Off the rails like a station, no public transportation
Caucasian? What do you mean? I'm a quarter Jew
Plus my music's straight gas like 1942
I got all the characteristics of a minimalist monk
Cheap clothes, when they see me man, women just jump
And it's not out of excitement 'cause I ain't a boy-band
I think they're really scared of me like I'm the Boogeyman

I like to creep up on peeps, give 'em a scare
Show-stop, then I tell 'em it ain't nice to stare
Shave my head, buzz, trim, snip, and slice my hair
Now I look like Mr. White "Stop! there's ricin in there!"
Shout-out Cranston, Banks, Esposito, Paul, and Odenkirk
Make the choice; jail or hiding from me, you know what's worse
Find you smack dab in the middle of an open plain
Back-handed smack; practically unhinge your shoulder blade

I'm a menace to society, whatchu expect?
Sticking with my colleagues, fist bumping The Wreck
Pumping the next Lil Tame hit, you in chess
With a bb gun headed to my relative's ex
I'm a menace to society, whatchu expect?
Sticking with my colleagues, fist bumping The Wreck
Pumping the next Lil Tame hit, you in chess
With a bb gun headed to my relative

Me and YaBoySam are a pro-team, rebels of the media
Made this beat popping Corn Nuts, sippin' Zevia
The realest of musicians, and I feel that our positions
As individual artists aren't racking up the listens
So why don't you trust me Lil Nas X
If you wanna meet Satan, I can expedite the process
And you can dance with him all you want; man, own it
Same with anyone tryna make friends with the opponent
Except for strategy cuz you know that's different
I personally ignore some people who I plan on kicking in the gonads
Music stream like GOMAD; drank that, chased it with a little liquid Anthrax
Walk it off belle, like "'Tis but a hand rash"
Nausea, diarrhea, fever, and I'm feeling fantast'
And fast, I'm like Wolverine with the plaid 'jammies
Don't commit sodomy, nothing can bother me,
I am too much of a Chad, and a

Menace to society, whatchu expect?
Sticking with my colleagues, fist bumping The Wreck
Pumping the next Lil Tame hit, you in chess
With a bb gun headed to my relative's ex
I'm a menace to society, whatchu expect?
Sticking with my colleagues, fist bumping The Wreck
Pumping the next Lil Tame hit, you in chess
With a bb gun

"Where were you the night of the 16th?" I plead The Second
"You mean The Fifth?" No
Find yourself like Joseph Rosen, on the mafia death row
'Kid Twist', dangled from a building and let go
Song birdie couldn't fly, but he hit the net though
Like badminton, played on the beach in the West Coast
Someone snitch? We need a dead canary from PetCo
In the day time, I'm an average fellow
But at night, I'm the monster under pedo's bedposts
I'm the plagues: blood, frogs, and gnats out your vent
Flies in your eyes, we all told you "Repent!"
Your livestock dies, there's boils on your skin
Hail, locusts, darkness, but I'm saving your kin
I'd pull it again, torture to the fullest extent
Millstone 'round your neck and you jump right in
Same to anybody tryna go against the helpless
I hope you enjoyed it, cuz now you sleepin' with the shellfish
Sucka