[Verse 1] Got a fistful of dreams Tryna trade that for a fistful of cream Pause, cash rules every little thing Wu-Tang taught me as a young bitter teen See, now I am a young spitting king If you disagree then come intervene Buzz, I’m going through your stuff I work real hard, I can never do enough Doom 95, I Duke Nukem up Was a mutant in the sewer as a teen screwing up Now we’re doing us, looking through the past Had a long night, now the light's luminous Squintin', I'm the rhyming Tim Winton All the fit women like what I’m spittin' They say it's great, thinking it's Britain I kill every track, don’t think it's different
[Hook] I won’t give you no instructions for your bottoms See I fear that you don’t know how to shake it Yet you know the Macarena and the Nutbush is your thing But arse-shaking, you don’t need to Just quit leaning on the wall like the fucking Tower of Pisa
[Verse 2] Aha, you know my Steelo I goes in like a Steve Nash free-throw He’s that kid always talking 'bout weed smoke No L's make Elmo to a emo See those girls so I tell them, "G-O" Push your tushy like a fatty with a remote We know nothing 'bout saving the whole world I make songs, don’t call me no hero Oh well, I’ll be that if you need though Girls say I’m like a less hot Leo Dad says I’m like a less smart him Retards say I’m like a less smart them Maybe 'cause I smoke those fresh gardens And excuse my French, I mean I beg pardon You escargot taste excellent Tryna wee on me, better guess again (Hey, hey, hey)
[Verse 3] In a dream that never ends I don’t give a F, my 'F''s for friends I'm Tom, so why am I in Special Ed? 'Cause all my assignments say 'F' in red But fortune favours all the hairless heads Never did shit for the hesitant I never did shit but go on MSN Hitting on girls I wouldn't ever get Hey babe, yeah, back in my heyday I would say, "Hey", they’d be all like, "Hey, wait, got to go" Way late, trying to be Ray J Now I get way laid out of my pay grade Everything grade-A, back in like Grade 8 I was on play dates blowing my mayonnaise Eat my shorts, young El Barto Rap for peanuts so you get nutso Let's go
[Hook] I won’t give you no instructions for your bottoms See I fear that you don’t know how to shake it Yet you know the Macarena and the Nutbush is your thing But arse-shaking, you don’t need to Just quit leaning on the wall like the fucking Tower of Pisa
[Verse 4] Man, fuck you all I got it on lock like a bathroom stall Whoa, funny how much you talk But you're missing bits out like one, two, four Lol, quit climbing my lolcano Before I spaz out drinking old draino My head spins around like a tornado And my eyes roll back in a full K.O That's Allday, better check his pulse, ay bro? I'm already in heaven with a gold halo Got pretty hair like Samson, man But my strength is in my handgun, man Damn, every song's an anthem, man Diet of Oreos and Jameson Bickies and whiskies, that's sickly How long could I really be living?
[Hook] I won’t give you no instructions for your bottoms See I fear that you don’t know how to shake it Yet you know the Macarena and the Nutbush is your thing But arse-shaking, you don’t need to Just quit leaning on the wall like the fucking Tower of PisaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
