Ay, 1, 2, 3, 4
Let the band play
Leavin' bombs in the mail and they handmade
I see red and I ran out of Band-Aids
GPA was like one, low exam grades
This man is hell, you can tell
Play the mayonnaise
White trash, I'm at Chili's feelin' fancy, say wassup
Faire la bise, fuck a handshake
Kill me dead, I'll return and I can't wait
You a square payin' bands for a brand name
What's the speed limit? Driving really fast like
I got Lizzo on the gas, sittin' on her ass
What the fuck, head up in the trash
Throwin' up in class, dirty yellow water bottles
Burn it 'til it's fuckin' cashed, I'm a spazz
And I went pro in disappointin' Dad
I was always fine with losing any friend I ever had
Look at that (look it), I laid my life down and took it back
Oh that's where you put ya stash, guess today we juggin' packs
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Keep it jumpin'
Live salmon in the bucket, stick 'em up, give us all the goods
Granny Puckett, Rose McGowan, liftin' up the leg, better duck it
I lay it on ya thick like the fog in Nantucket
I told 'em break a leg, now he really on crutches
Straight convicted felon, have you met my Uncle Ruckus?
Ugly ass pug, evil gremlin, won't touch it
I'm actin' like I'm workin' with a million dollar budget (ay)
Herbert West, green serum on a body, I'm collectin' limbs to re-animate a hottie
Satchel on the bottom of your brand new Maserati
Sweet as cherry pie, Shelly steppin' out on Bobby
Stalkin' me for years, pickleball could be ya hobby (get a hobby)
Take formaldehyde, we gon' stuff his manicotti
Opium is all up in my California poppy
You sang 'em Liberace and they never even caught me
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Come and getcha wig split
Wig split
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