Hey Robot Vacuum

Check, check, uhhh

Hey robot vacuum, why don’t you get the fuck out of my bathroom

All up in this piece, I got a maximum headroom

You don’t want to believe it, Ecid on acid

Miracle at Lake Placid, classic, I’m like Rocky Balboa

Alcoa aluminum cans, my man

The Prairie of Canada and I have all those fans

Don’t change your plans ‘cause I’m gonna spit something

North Park Saskatoon dope

Bathroom bars

Approaching 50, I’ll grab a little young rapper by the throat

And then casually throw him to the alligators over on the sidewalk

Go fuck yourself if you think I’m gonna put my name in a hat

And rap in front of the people that make fun of my asthma

Hey robot vacuum, get the fuck out of my bathroom

Hey robot vacuum

Hey robot vacuum, get the fuck out of my bathroom

I gave you a chance, buddy

Hey robot vacuum, get the fuck out of my bathroom

Why don’t you just go somewhere else and get out of my hair

Hey robot vacuum, get the fuck out of my bathroom

I gave you a chance, buddy, and you’re still there