Beans in my fuckin' porridge bitch ay
Fuck conscious
I needed "d" from birth, I was jaundice
You fucks are gettin' out-rapped by the faggot Andy Milinakis
(Lame ass)
Zendaya, can I be Tom's h-pass
His Peter Park in my face
While I'm using his web as a face mask
I here its marvellous for the skin
Now begin with this succulent butter I'm utterin'
Southern decadence tumblin' from tonsils
Tongue I got ya papa sprung
Uncle cummin', ya big bruh shudderin' cousin I'm just linguistically hung
And my next shit is going Yonce directions to cheatin' exes
This shit just ain't right
I'm irreplaceably fly
You ain't seen nothing this fresh
Since Will pulled up to the home in the cab
Tapping in Fred Astaire's shoes with Ginger's dress on
I'm that gay divorcee
Separated from the notion of successful artist
Wait you compared me to who
Bitch I'll commandeer the Tardis
Bend time, like I'm fuckin' Jarvis
Taking flight, and seeing scarlet
Caving into madness was a Stark change
I'm just getting heartless
And we're just getting started
Yeah, Yeah
Bah-bah Boogaloo baby, I came out the womb on a wave
And Baloo as my witness a bear boogie boogie down baby
Til' my pop is cruisin' in Italy
Zooted off vino prosciutto and crème brulée
Imma stay beluga wailing on beats
Heatin' up and only gettin' hotter
Jeremy Trotter truck anything runnin'
Til' I get the rock and then run it back
Tippity tap tappin' in
Back back back again, back at it
The faggot is a mad lad slashin' in a Beatrix Kiddo fashion
If he swings it'll sting, Bilbo Baggins
Dildo action-fake fucks fuckin' me up
Now I gotta treat to music as a plug
Money for bud
Takin' a pound
Shakin' out
Breakin' it down
Weighin' it now
Makin' the rounds
Rakin' the profit I gotta re-up it again
Wow Wow wow
Buzzin' buzzin' take it back now now
Thinkin' bout how how how
I was a little closeted kid
With a lot on my mind a bit of chagrin and a pocket
A pinch, an inch, a dollop of who I'd blossom into
Mixin' the red, yellow, blue
Primary purpose to give it to you
Common to many and precious to few now
Ooh now
Hit 'em with a juke now
New style, feelin' like Kung Lou I'm brimming off new moves
This poof got 22's for a pen, and I'm handy
Man be smart, you'd choose to be a friend in me, like Randy
Cookin' but I'm not where the pots and pans be
Rappers sounding Cheeks, I'm feelin' Sandy
In this beach and bitch I'm giving dandy
Friend of Mary, pillow bitin' pansy
Handing out some proper dapper Danny's
Pac Man Pac Man, hands like Manny
Hands like granny, slipper, switch or belt whatever's handy
Beat that ass and hand ya stale candy
Keep on runnin', keep running Wic
Wic's Paul Bunyon on a bullet train track
Bitch I'm putting in work
I handle the heat, man handle the heat, I'm 2-0-1-1 Dirk
The industry don't know what to with me
The gender bending, genre fucking
On a whim and always lucky
Demi-conscious, semi stupid
Loop the beat out, get my meat out, and start to screw it
Do you do you like my stroke lil bitch
40,000 punchlines later I ain't no joke lil bitch
PHD in buoyancy you pay to watch me float lil bitch
Dossier of the next Hokage up in my notes lil bitch
Hey
Who put these mother fuckin' beans in my porridge