It’s the fucking general, Vans cut shorts Neck covered in colored emerald, the yellow by the blue Like I pissed inside your swimming pool, I’m Mr. Made-A-Bundle Fuck being rapper and lyrical, here’s a ticket to carnival Barnacles, now I gotta brag Beemer drive right by you niggas like I was kinda fat With a paint job thats flatter than Miley Cyrus ass Ludicrous niggas is hoping that rapper Tyler crash I see a victim, call the fucking doctors I’m starting to see symptoms, faggot getting sick again Fucker get a syringe and a prayer from all your friends That are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see blood Cuz, red and blue like what the fuck’s popping? I’m the blackface of white America, a noose in my pocket Everyone’s dumb or either dead, so you do not have an option So I’m sorry Martian and activist I’m bout to tie knots with And ain’t no one gonna stop shit, I wanna find my pops Locking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adopted By chimps and a hippopotamus, Tyler’s a fucking animal When he spit, he goes ape shit, so it technically makes sense