Oh, what′s that? Another no melody beat?

You better put a melody on this later

I limp like a pimp and I spit like a llama

Chimp with a tool in his hand, Talking Tom-a

Hawk in the sky flying at Osama

No killing innocents I'm not Obama

Spilling a little bit out my bomber

Courtesy USA and our commas

Dirty a synonym for your mama

I′m little darkie nigga I'm brahma

Rama, run up on you with the knowledge

Run up my mo-fucking mileage

Niggas was telling me I couldn't do it, you blew it

Now you acting childish

I′m on my wild shit

Why is he saying the N-word?

Nigga ′cause I won't pretend where I′m from

Nigga 'cause all of my friends aren′t bums

Who believe you can own a word, own a tongue

Dumb

Own a person own none

Culture wars ain't no fun

Ultra liberal scum, Nazi niggas go run

Vultures circle the sun

Learn to not to give a fuck

Learn to not to give hate back

Earn a lot with no luck

Burn the herb and fade

Turn the world and pray

That yo′ cake become fat

But who really cares?

Nobody aware, in love with they hair, in love with the self

Wealth growing, stealth blowing

I cannot have any privacy

Even my closest of homies could lie to me

They could decide to be slithering snakes

Where the withering wraiths

Keep a blistering pace, see a fist in your face

Hey, CUBENSiS, do it to 'em

When niggas first called me a Darkie, I didn't like it

When my bully called me a sand nigga, I′d bite it

And I can say whatever as long as that shit is my story

I can read the book to you, do not try to deny for me

Oh-oh-oh you′re so offended

I meant to tell you I'm uncaring

That kid didn′t care about me

When he said dad and mom's sparring

Was an unholy one because mama was a species

That my father created from laying feces

Fuck the hate

And fuck all of yo race, what?

Race is fake and a nigga really ought to sit and wake up

Wake up

Wake up from your slumber the words they made are worthless

Walk among the lumber with birds, and we′re shirtless

Adam and Eve

We better leave, eating the apple

Ignoring the trees

Please take shrooms and make the music

Or my goons will fucking lose it

On that medicine, it setting in

I see the end approaching

It encroaching with a motion

Wavy like I slurp a potion

I'm an addict, bad kid

He listening to Madlib

Lab grade bud mixed with OP inside in my grinder

Mad hate bubble in me ′till I nut inside her, uh

I should take my hate and cage it up with a divider

I can starve the nigga

I can learn to not bother

I can learn to take after my father, wallow in your stress

I wanna be better than the rest

Tired of blaming genetics inability to just learn

Learn not to give a fuck

Learn to not give a fuck about anything

Learn not to give a fuck (Please)

Learn to not give a fuck about anything

Frankly, I couldn't give a shit what I rap about on this beat

So make sure it's retarded

Chapo cop a choco taco

Stop yo′ bitching switching up and scratching at yo lotto

Ticket choppa pop staccato, motto

It′s quit yo' yapping

Say you scheming, but you capping

Talking shit that you ain′t backing

You look goofy on the back-end

I like my fries to look like nachos, macho

Jeweler selling fruits like he gazpacho

I see you tweet a lot fiending for clout nigga

What you about? Better spit that shit out quicker

Homina, yo bitch is Lucifer, summon her

I keep a crucible front of my drum

When I'm shooting, I loosen her some

Shooting my load on her back and her bum

(Deal with it, deal with it)

I feel my skin peel

It ain′t no big deal as

Long as I don't kneel to my animal instinct

Let′s invent the wheel

Imagine these mud huts, tall and made of steel

I'm uncomfortable, I need a shoe for my feet

I eat some food for my meat body

Tired of shitting in woods, I need some good for my seat potty

I need a whip 'cause I don′t wanna walk no more

Fuck a musket nigga I need a Glock to tow

Make it reliable, bang the top back

Fuck a nigga, bringing ankle socks back

Paint a picture, I′m in rancho kookamunga

Smoking on lumber, go dumber than hummers

That yellow, that bee, why they bumble and rumble

Yo, whip it stumble, so, it might cause a fumble

Ah fuck, I dropped the mic on the ground (Oh no)

It's almost like that was related to the last bar