Black Quarterback Death Grips

[Verse 1]
I'm so black quarterback, throw off this app by his badge
Blare my organ for juice, pipes spike blonde kinks on my boots
Approached me licking his fur, whining, "I demand a word"
Swine must be all the way hatched, hella yolk raining down his chest
Clucking so fucking hard, glance heartbeat through his vest
So I'm like, "Go ahead, blood," but my mind's on my wrist
Five minutes pass, I'm-a have to make you my piss
Gimp just kept shaking so I had to braid him like this
Comfort over freedom, pave a path of leisure, have it all
Freedom over comfort, give you back so much leisure, feel small
Xeroxed man dressed in gauze, spider silk, and menopause
Mustache showered with applause, squished out packets like taco sauce
Gather crowd, laugh it off, Mr. Zogged by your boss

[Chorus]
I'm so black quarterback, air it out, albino
Black quarterback in all black, he's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback in all black, albino

[Bridge 1]
Heady baby, Eddie's crazy, cadabra, abrogate need
To blut, bank on absolutely, to blut, bank on absolutely
(To blut, bank on absolutely)
Bad ass Betty, maiden bb, in over our heads and sinking
(To blut, bank on absolutely)
Autobahning Wonder Stevie, faster comrade winking