Tetanus Shots lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Ch-ch, check
I'm invincible, it’s principle, you're all in class
I'm invisible, the critics never saw Young Ab
In the kitchen whippin’, yeah, I started from scratch
I ain't pitch sh*t, I made a big shift
I kept givin' gifts, now they all on my sack
b*tches only, homie, Soul ain't never been no fag
I mean, I know they tryna legalize gay marriage, and that's fine
But that ain't no business of mine
I'm more in tune with ruins and suin', what you was doin’?
I mean, who really gon’ be ready when the gods come back?
Don't mean to scare you, just prepare you, where my n*ggas at?
Where the hoes at, where the weed?
Where the lean, where the extra pills? I really mean that
I see your median and your mode, it’s over
Take heed when you see the black

[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
Hippy (Soul), hit me
Put your pus*y in the cleaners, b*tch

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Your b*tches Mars and pen arguin' with the followin' commoners
I be high as astronomers when I'm blazin’, and
All your problems is always who was in charge of your b*tch
Who you the guardian over, confident lame sh*t? See
I don't care that you famous, 'cause I ain't scared of your gang
If you don't carry a stainless, your girl pus*y is Pangus
Stank and ancient and tainted
I'm a saint and amazin'
f*ckin' Topanga with coat hangers, I'm heinous, b*tch
And I'm accurate on inadequate overly passionate rappers
With half the establishment on my pinky finger
Buzzin' off two dozen bars, I give 'em stingers
You'll get it later, haha
b*tch, I think I'm a legend, b*tch, I think I'm a God
Blowin' smoke on these b*tches, suck my di*k through the fog
You a functionin' puppet, b*tch, you Kermit The Frog
Make another mil', give a person a job
Spit retarded, I'm 50 Tyson
Dumpin' ash in the studio, clean it with a Dyson
You eatin' steak, I'm eatin' bison
Take your girl's last name, with a hyphen
Me, I'm just blowin' this chronic
All these others rappers, they homoerotic
I love pus*y, so I don't need to pause it
Put my plug right in her socket, watch it
But it's leakin' out my faucet, toxic
When you know it's not a option, stop it
You got it, you lost it, get off it
[Outro: Ab-Soul]
Take your pus*y to the cleaners
Put a dollar in the meter
They gon' clean that pus*y all day
They gon' clean that pus*y all day
Put your pus*y in the cleaners, b*tch