Seven lyrics

[Verse]
I'd tell him to eat a di*k quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give a f*ck like a quarter with 20 cent
At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxing at Happy Camper
It's the f*cking (financial aid) at Hamptons wasn't relaxing, I'm taxing
"f*ck 'em all!"'s what I'm chanting, don't complain, I'm just ranting
f*ck ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot
I'm a liar like Carrey in Liar Liar
I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, cable guy like Larry
Peter Pan in my youth, f*cking fairies (f*cking fairies)
I'm using my tooth bait to get that b*tch teeth paste
f*ck it, Odd Future some Nazis (Nazis), black Nazis don't copy (Copy)
We perfect, you sloppy (Sloppy), hotter than Saki Takei (Takei)
f*ck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett (b*tch)
Hang with thrashers and jackers, drug dealers and crackers
AP students and slackers, I'm backwards
Like Jermaine Dupri in '93, escaping from concentration camps
With a f*cking girl board and a ramp
That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVS
Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress (Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress, b*tch)
With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
Sup on my hat like that motherf*cker friendly
White red-headed b*tch reminded me of Annie
She dino like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me (Yup)
f*ck You Bunch is here, never disrespect my family
That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie (Auntie)
Wasted f*cking youth? All you old n*ggas antiques
We go skate, rape sl*ts and eat donuts from Randy
b*tches like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy (Watching Billy and Mandy)
Motherf*ckers wanna be Odd but you can't be (Can't be, heh)
Sit the f*ck down all you old n*ggas stand me, faggot (Faggot, ayy)
I guess I got to be a f*cking hand-me-down rapper
From Los Ange' area anytime I'm f*cking landing
f*ck (f*ck) 2DopeBoyz and NahRight
Shoutout (Shoutout) to Hype Trak, them motherf*ckers could never get rid of me
Guess I gotta do a f*cking song with Dom Kennedy
Get these f*cking hip-hop bloggers to start feeling me
Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Lyrically I'm dope enough to ass-f*ck the dude who made nicotine
Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some f*cking skinny jeans
And follow in your footsteps like a motherf*cking millipede
Centipede, make songs about Gucci and ciga-weed
j*rk with my freshmen like it's some motherf*cking little league
No, I'm not no f*cking hipster, mister
No, I'm not no f*cking Kid Cudi, all my f*cking fans love me
Collaboration hits for fans screaming f*ck buddies (f*ck buddies, O-F)
Yo, yo
I'm driving in a stolen truck, and I'm probably f*cking drunk
Wasted as f*ck, can't walk it out, DJ Unk (Uh!)
My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked
(Shut the f*ck up!) Who the f*ck told me not to spoke? (Me)
f*ck everybody here, everybody vanished
I'm managed, hop off my di*k and make a f*cking sandwich
Everybody listening can suck my di*k in Spanish
(You know what? f*ck you) f*ck you (sh*t), faggot (f*cking bast*rd)
[Outro]
Hahaha, yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record
I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period
But um, I didn’t mean to offend anyone
Alright, I'm lying
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