I′ve got something for you

Can you tell me more?

Yeah come on inWhen you come in close the door

I'm just sick and fucked up

At what′s been going on

All these bastard ass fuck goblins

Shitting on my lawn

Pseudo street persona

Grovel to your owner

Glad I don't know you

That embarrassing shit that you do

Hit me with the goosebumps

I sit and laugh at your crew

But I'm sure it ain′t that funny to you

I don′t give a fuck

I just stay in the crease

Mind my own business

Until I need a release

I'm sick of old white men

Sick of terms and conditions

Sick of politicians

Sick of carbon footprints

Sick of tradition

Sick of public submission

Sick of all these bitch made vultures

Never asking permission

Sick of racism coming straight out the system

And everywhere else

I′ve got something for you

Can you tell me more?

Yeah come on in

When you come in close the door

I'm just sick and fucked up

About what′s been going on

All these bastard ass fuck goblins

Shitting on my lawn

I've got something for you

Can you tell me more?

Yeah come on in

When you come in close the door

I′m just sick and fucked up

About what's been going on

All these bastard ass fuck goblins

Shitting on my lawn

I don't care if I get copied

′Cause when I was your age

I would maybe get sloppy

But I didn′t take it quite to that level

Catch you acting like a sneaky little devil

It gets testy when you take it too far

Calling my family from a town out far

Fuck you kid, now I have your address

And in a second I could put your racist ass to bed

Just shut the fuck up and go with the flow

I'm sure I′ll be running into your ass at the next show

It'll get nice and awkward when you see me

Give you a real overdose of the VV

(Shout out to wharfwit)