Oh Shit Tom MacDonald

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
3 words, "fuck 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off
If you feelin' lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she movin' money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend, man the sky will need a hundred stars
My bitch, topless
Your bitch, not shit
My bitch, oh no
Your bitch, so gross
Man, that's the shit I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh shit"

[Verse 1]
Okay, y'all don't wanna start cause I'm already at the finish
I heard y'all say that money talks, well I guess y'all never listen
My girl fine, her hair like Farrah Fawcett
We gettin' stoned like a feral coffin
My name ain't Josh so I ain't Joshin'
But I'll smoke til I die and I'm never coughin'
I ain't tryna do a lot, we are on the guest list
Toss themm down inside a well, call that boy a death wish
Smokin' on that green grinch, yeah, I don't even know who is who
Find your ass on Sunday and you're still wearin' your Tuesday shoes
We hipper than a Hula-Hoop
And we passin' blunts like Alley-Oop
Hill kids got so much attitude, we just leave 'em in the valley dude
A gangster don't make bangers, but he bang 'em out with a Hollow man
So, I see through you, Tupac, hologram
Ha, I'm smokin' weed, texting bitches
There ain't much to do, so she do my dishes
Put some money on ya, and pay you a visit
Y'all are super phony, seven digits