[Verse 1]
Yo, I’m a hot and bothered astronaut
Crashing while jacking off to buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce
Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the a** with saws
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off
Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I’m off
Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on
Stop screaming b**h, you shouldn’t be that alarmed
When Big Lips is in the attic armed with an addict’s arm
Earl puts the “a**” in “a**a**in”
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
Puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat
Then gobbles it like fat black b**hes and catfish
It so happens that I’m so haphazardous
I’ll puke a piece and put it on a hook and f**ing cast the sh**
I’m asking that you faggot rap actors take action
And get a hall pa** for this cla**-act sh**
How the f** I fit an axe in a satchel?
Slip capsules in a gla**, she dizzy rascal
Party staff baffled, asking where her a** go
In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes
Go on, s** it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust
And butts to f** and ups to shut and sluts to f**ing uppercut
It’s O.F. buttercup: go ahead, f** with us
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother f**ed
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is having guts for lunch
As well as supper; then I’ll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Found the mustard, f**ing nosey neighbors notice somethings up
“What you doing?” Nothing much, would shout some other stuff
Got to f**ing bounce, guess the bouncer’s had enough of us
[Verse 2]
Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
DopeBoyz hating, but them faggots is a lotta talk
Cotton soft p**y, them Odd n***as is Molotov
Cocktails, f**ing toss one in your apartment dog
Wolf Gang we ain’t barking, nah
Try talking on a blog with your f**ing arms cut off
Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off
The Ace tell Shake’s daughter “We’re sorry, but papa’s gone, b**h”