Don't Be Nice

My policy is to call 'em as I see 'em

No filler, quality people lift me up like the colosseum pillars

Some go from pitchin' religion to sippin' on kombucha

Politicians switchin' positions like it's the Kama Sutra

Our narcissism has got us caught up like bars in a prison

Claim we're winnin', garglin' seven dicks and a jar of jizzum

Your mama's a true beauty

Butt makes me weep, I call it a boo-hooty

Truly a hot mom

Other moms are doin' their squats wrong

And if you don't dig it when I spit it like an open spigot

Then I'm doin' my duty to drop bombs

Visit W-W dot, kiss Watsky's gluteus maximus

Dot com

False modesty is a guilty habit

Some people simply have it

But the fact is, I would not have spend a decade doing this

If I did not believe I was at least a tiny bit ridiculously filthy at it

Wrote a book to branch out

After tour, let's have a sing-along and camp out

'Cause I came here for a single reason

And that's for friendship

And for drinkin' till I can't count, now

If you're Jesus, then we break bread

If you're Beavis, then we butt heads

If you're a butthead, you're a fake friend

I'll smack ya back to Hollywood, enough said

Skin cream jars

Thin teen stars

Wanna hear a laugher?

A white rapper walks into sixteen bars

I am large, I contain multitudes

I'm in charge of a strange cult of dudes

Infinity versions of me in parallel universes

From total teddy bear to ultra rude, true

True, I don't measure power by bravado, libido

Or by poppin' bottles with Hefner in the grotto in Speedos

I'm never sharin' my moscato if you suck like mosquito

"So open up", said taco to the burrito, motherfucker

Drop all the fuckery, stop it you ugly ignoramus

Rude and brainless, super basic

Move if you're contagious

La-la, la-la-la

I'm not listening

Got nothing to say then

Gather the wicked to sacrifice

Suckin' the dick of the antichrist

Kickin' the bucket is vital to life

I know that's the price

Candy striped

Parasites

Do me dirty

Think you're worthy

Hurt me, mercy is not a courtesy, currently

That occurs to me, I turn up eternally

You will not stop it

True, my crew, hotter than Hot Pockets

This dude, Watsky, too cocky, let's cock block it

We do, what we do because it's true to us

While few puppets in suits

Up at the top profit

And if you do, got a new coup

Then I do not knock it

But I bukake your Bugatti with snot rockets