Seven E

I tell 'em to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders I give a fuck like A quarter between Cent and Hampton with Fred Hampton Relaxin' at happy campers The fuckin' financial aid At Hampton wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin' Fuck 'em all When I'm chairin', don't complain, I'm just rantin' Fuck rankin', I'm the best, I'm the champion's Chariot I'm a liar like Carrie Anne, liar, Liar, I'm dirtier than the sheets in a Marriott Cable guy like Larry, Peter Pan in my youth, Fuck your theories I'm usin' my tube bait to Get that bitch TP's Fuck it, I feature some Nazis, black Nazis, don't copy We perfect, You sloppy, hotter than psychics hockey Fuck a lame On my jacket, screw you like a ratchet Screw You like a black teen on Judge Hatchett In With thrashers and jaggers, drug dealers and Crackers AP students and slackers, I'm backwards Like Jermaine Dupri in '93 Escaped from Concentration camps with a fuckin' girl Boarded a Ramp that I ordered from CCS with some diamonds That's VVS Like I went to Sierra Leone in A homecoming dress With some matchin' pink panties, Lipstick from my granny Sup on my hat like That motherfucker Friendly White red-headed bitch Remindin' me of Annie She dyno like my state Of mind, so yeah, she understand me Fuck you Bar jizz head, never disrespect my family That's for My little brother, sister, cousin, or my auntie Waste the fuckin' youth, all you old niggas antiques We ghost skate, break slips and eat donuts from Randoms Bitches like Tia Landry watchin' Billy and Mandy Motherfuckers wanna be I, But you can't be Sit the fuck down, All you old niggas scare me Damn, Damn I guess I gotta be a fuckin' hand-me-down rapper From Los Angy area anytime I'm fuckin' landin' Fuck Dope Boyz and Alright Shoutout to Hype Track, Them motherfuckers could never get rid of me Guess I gotta do a fuckin' song with Dom Kennedy Get these fuckin' hip-hop bloggers to start feelin' Me Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats Lyrically, I'm dope enough to ask fuck the dude Who made nicotine Maybe I should buy some hundreds, Wear some fuckin' skinny jeans And follow in your Footsteps like a motherfuckin' millipede Centipede, Make songs about Gucci and Sigouney Jerk with the Frenchmans like I'm motherfuckin' literally No, I'm not no fuckin' hipster, mister No, I'm not no fuckin' Kid Cudi, all my fuckin' Fans love me Collaboration is for parents screamin', "Fuck buddies" Yo, yo I'm drivin' in a stolen truck and I'm probably Fuckin' drugged Wasted as fuck, can't walk it out, DJ Uck My nose is filled with coke and My license revoked Who the fuck told me not to spoke? Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished I manage, Hop off my dick and make a fuckin' sandwich Everybody listenin' can suck my dick in Spanish Fuck you Shit Faggot Motherfucker Asshole 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 Oh Well