Jim, it appears that a man by the name of YELLOW STEVE has broken not only into the studio, but into the booth as well. He’s preparing to speak; let’s see what he does here

I’m Buster Knut with Channel 4 News

Y'all don't care bout how I feel, y'all just cheer me on stage

Yet we smile face to face, I hope you can't see the rage yet

Closed curtain exit like you're hopping off of stage left

And don't try to whine like you're sober at a taste test

Yeah, lost phone **** I don't make texts

Gaze of the public on my chest like I'm super with a cape but

Don't ask me for no help if you can't reciprocate that

I'm all about the mission like I intern for SpaceX

Stain on my pillow, we not practicing no safe sex

Watching my surroundings 'cause that president is racist

And target on my back, gorilla rampant in the cage

Freebasing Freemasons, real slopy in the gang

You can't hang with us, too cool with the nooses round our necks

Circle tighter than the ropes at the circus, take brave steps

One false move and you fall unto the pavement

My dad's favorite bastard, second youngest of the Brady Bunch

Raised on that side of Jax where **** pull your card like black magic tricks

Only difference is it's no rabbits coming out your lid

Splatter like a Jackson Pollock painting

Abstract, I hide my vices through these instruments

Been bitter since 1990-infinite

‘cause **** always plotting for your downfall

Like Senate did to Nixon after Watergate incident

Synonym for little shit

Run it through your sewage system

I’m the hottest shit since Guy Fieri had that diarrhea accident

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