[Chorus]I've got something for youCan you tell me more?Yeah, come on inWhen you come in, close the doorI'm just sick and fucked upAbout what's been going onAll these bastard ass fuck goblins shitting on my lawn[Verse 1]Pseudo street persona, grovel to your ownerGlad I don't know youThat embarrassing shit that you doHit me with the goosebumpsI sit and laugh at your crewBut I'm sure it ain't that funny to youI don't give a fuckI just stay in the creaseMind my own business 'til I need a releaseI'm sick of old white menSick of terms and conditionsSick of politiciansSick of carbon footprintsSick of traditionSick of public submissionSick of all these bitch made vultures never asking permissionSick of racism coming straight out of the systemAnd everywhere else[Chorus]I've got something for youCan you tell me more?Yeah, come on inWhen you come in, close the doorI'm just sick and fucked upAbout what's been going onAll these bastard ass fuck goblins shitting on my lawnI've got something for youCan you tell me more?Yeah, come on inWhen you come in, close the doorI'm just sick and fucked upAbout what's been going onAll these bastard ass fuck goblins shitting on my lawn[Verse 2]I don't care if I get copied'Cause when I was your ageI would maybe get sloppyBut I didn't take it quite to that levelCatch you acting like a sneaky lil' devilIt gets testy when you take it too farCalling my family from a town out farFuck you kid, now I have your addressAnd in a second I could put your racist ass to bedJust shut the fuck up and go with the flowI'm sure I'll be running into your ass at the next showIt'll get nice and awkward when you see meGive you a real overdose of the VVShout out to WharfwhitFuck off
