[Intro]
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Pulled pork sliders
Headed for satori in jorts and horse blinders
I'm more for the sordid, got nan for the normies
Cornered, my storm got plans for the Dorothies
I storm off, forged from my gramp's war stories
Short sword swinging like a dance floor in the forties
My oars both row in a ocean of fringe science
The low road's owner of the most pinched lighters
I maybe got a thousand
My crane kick plays like a train through a mountain
My neck chop plays like blades on a frisbee
All tally-ho, had the whole place in a tizzy
Is you widdit?
Fake name, wake made of windswеpt village
Visit where thе simps get skittish
Some get a signal to the ships in the distance
Most get crickets, it's slim pickings
[Chorus]
Folk say I'm difficult
I'm too stubborn
It's funny, I'm real easy
Y'all buggin'
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Pulled pork sliders
Headed for satori in jorts and horse blinders
I'm more for the sordid, got nan for the normies
Cornered, my storm got plans for the Dorothies
I storm off, forged from my gramp's war stories
Short sword swinging like a dance floor in the forties
My oars both row in a ocean of fringe science
The low road's owner of the most pinched lighters
I maybe got a thousand
My crane kick plays like a train through a mountain
My neck chop plays like blades on a frisbee
All tally-ho, had the whole place in a tizzy
Is you widdit?
Fake name, wake made of windswеpt village
Visit where thе simps get skittish
Some get a signal to the ships in the distance
Most get crickets, it's slim pickings
[Chorus]
Folk say I'm difficult
I'm too stubborn
It's funny, I'm real easy
Y'all buggin'
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