All K Lil Dicky

[Intro]
Yeah
Aye, this gon' be the shit that when motherfuckers hear it
They gon' be like "Damn, that dude can rap"
Know what I'm saying?
Like, like, like, like

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm the man bro
Iont really care what the fuck you think
Steak look rare but I grub dat pink
And the grundle stink
And I bump N-sync
Don't suck dick, but I blow dat good
Don't want shit but a ho that would
Lemme hold dat, bend and fold that
Get a Kodak, cowboy, Jerry Jones dat, lemme own that
Word...fuck that girl
Jew got hair, never cut them curls
Truth or dare wit a cute au paire
Get a room to share, hit a boom, Pat Burrell
Spit dat turd, das dat shit
Gotcha girl up on ma dick
I'm bout to sperm up on dem hips
Don't wanna murder us a kid
Oh shit...whatchu say
Don'tchu do this erry day?
Don'tchu usually go wit double meat when you eat chipotle
Don't your crew lack someone black, but you want one to hang no slave
And I heard your boo got so much back like she bangin' that Notre Dame clock
Faded tho
Fuckin bitches you'd label undateable
Missing birthdays, hay belated brah
Naked out in san fran on that rooftop
I got tan cans, no tube top
Cuz I'm the mafuckan man goddamn
And these mafuckas bitches full a shit like zoo mops so