Donald Trump's gonna be president soon

The world's going to hell

We got six months to live

Yo varmints, you hungry?

I'll eat you, I'll eat your mom, I'll eat your eggs

I'll— whoop

Bitch, I don't got the answers but I got myself a frog mug

The English breakfast warm those vocal chords up then I waste 'em

Playin' FEZ the way I'm getting to these diamonds

Bitch, worry 'bout yourself you need to go and find some hymens

Yeah

I got some brand new racks

I got some brand new cash

I got twenty whole smackaroons

I got an IRA

Like I'ma live past twenty-eight

I need your ass to fuckin' wait

I need to gain some fuckin' weight

I am one hundred and thirty six pounds

One take, one piece

I make my own fuckin' beats

I'm out in London smokin' Weet-Bix

I'm in Adventure Capitalist

Gettin' gold bricks

I'm bricked up, bitch switched up

I'll whoop your ass with a golf club

Smoking meth in a McDonalds

Got me thinking "yeah, bitch, this track needs some kazoo"

I just ate mac and cheese

I'm off some fuckin' beans

Get yo' steeze up, bitch

I'm Mr. Freeze in this bitch

The way I got that ice

I'm runnin' that shit too fast

I'm hittin' that ratio, gassed

I'm hittin' that, woah, we out here

Yo J.K. Rowling

I got your credit card

And your social security info

And no amount of crying about how oppressed your bigoted ass is on Twitter is ever gonna change that

You should kill yourself, now