Song 32

Fee, fi, fo, cigarillo, cigarillo

I'm shakin' up with the trees, how I keep the leaf in the middle

I'm more than these hotel rentals and dental bills addin' up

I'm the Kennedys out for lunch with a preacher, martyr the king

I'm Cardi's engagement ring, I'm America showin' off

I'm Viacom, Viacom, I'm Chappelle in Pelle Pelle

And rappin' like Dyalan, spell it like Dylan

Gave my body to Adam, he told me to lie for him

Apple wasn't the apple, the truest sin was the pussy

I'm patriarchy on Sunday, don't push me

I'm Viacom, y'all **** got Diddy money, don't push me, I'm atom bomb

I'm Obama pushin' the button in Libya, Pakistan

Humanly a hypocrite, the sinner and the civilian

The pettiest that it gets, I'm America at its best

Yeah, I'm America at its best

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname

Started gettin' money from writin' the haiku

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname

Everybody on me, I'm lookin' just like you

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname

If you smokin' dope, then your shorty can come too

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay

Riddle me happy, I'm lonely, hysteria

A lone gunman outside the parkin' lot, Misses America

I'm everything that you're not, like Kendrick before his prime

I'm the ticking inside his watch, and an underdog you forgot

Got privilege and money, part of me buried in the earth

Part of me chasin' more money

Parted with artificial trappings, y'all can't take nothin' from me

I'm goin' dummy for dummy

If all my godliness is measured by

The way that y'all love me, I'm free

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname

Started gettin' money from writin' the haiku

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname

Everybody on me, I'm lookin' just like you

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname

If you smokin' dope, then your shorty can come too

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay