Metal

Hey, Siri, is Ronald Regan dead?

(Ronald Reagan was born February 6th, 1911, and died June 5th, 2004)

Thank fucking God

That ugly, rotting corpse can

Suck my bony cock like a homo

No Tony Hawk on this promo

I got a lotta shit out there

I can't let Nardwuar find Momo

I feel like Jar Jar with people

Because I can't make sense

Strain in the jar-jar was evil

It came from the dispense

It made me lose all sense

Paranoia intense

Sometimes I hate myself so much that I feel like Mike Pence

Bitch, I feel like Mike Pence

Mike Pence would not like me

Just because I like Mike

And I'm with him like my up B is that great

Either wanna say I got no spine, well, fuck you, yours is not great either

You're not even gonna listen, I know how it goes

I Oopen my heart to those around me

And I feel like Dunkin' Donuts because everybody runs

I wanna wear the charts like clothes around me

'Cause then I fucking go nuts when I'm turning twenty-one

Let's make burning money fun

Make it burn a funny sun

Vape sativa, close our eyes

Pretend Bernie fucking won

I have every fucking right

To get all this shit right now

Bitch, I nailed it, bitch, I nailed it, can you polish it right now?

Well, kiss me on the cheek, that was when I saw myself

'Fore I got a place in MA, I would get a place in hell

Tama got me thinking I already found my place in hell

Piles smash and smoking hash, well, that's that, sad, this place, it smells

If I sound like every time it's for my dad I'd say, "Oh, well"

You don't even care about it, you just wanna see me fail

Think some people like me

'Cause of my famous friends

'Cause I start fashion trends

He call me Frax in bed

I feel so trapped in head

Wish I was free to leave

I wish I had no fucking brain like, "Deedle-leedle-leedle-lee"

So I break it myself

With ways that I know how

Like pouring half a bottle spiky baja down my mouth

Like viewing everyone's accounts that, for my sake, I blocked

To see if my name's in their mouth or if they tryna mock

If I catch you shit-talking 'bout me, make you Plymouth rock

Drenched in the piss

Okay, that might be you

If you wanna (****)

You can call a paramedic, have 'em say your legal name

As they wheel you to the ambulance for being fucking maimed

See how you like that, you townie het from southeastern MA

Saying, "Fairy," and, "Mark Wahlberg", like it's Southie any day

I'm out of patience

I'm out of patience

I'm out of patience

You'll never be scared

You'll never understand

When I step out out here, I go to war

How can I be content?

How can I make content

When I am not the one this was made for?

How could you reject that?

I really don't like you

I used to wanna love you back, but now I see

You'll never accept, uh

You didn't expect the

You only want the me you built for me

And he's fucking dead

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