(Burping noise) ooh excuse me

Mom! Get outta my room!

Mom what I gotta tell you bro

You know what

You know what

Hold on

Mom, Get outta my room

(Get out my room!)

I’m tryna beat my dick to Lana Rhodes and I’m bout to cum soon

(Bout to cum soon!)

If you don’t leave, I’m bout to get kicked out by noon

(12 o’clock!)

I’m gonna nut on the floor

Nut in your hair

Then nut on the door

(The fuck?)

Get out

Get out

Get out

Get out

I don’t wanna see you again

You are not my friend

I’m trying not to nut on the floor but I can’t again

Ah shit

Fuck

Uhhhhhh

I just nutted on the floor

I’m a G

I’m about to clean it up, ooh wee

Wait a minute no I’m not

Fuck out my face

I’m about to beat it up

Okay!

Now I got kicked outta my house again

Now I’m on the streets again

Ohhhh my god Welp

Get out my room, tryna beat my penis

Took a rocket ship and I took it to Venus

Took off my helmet so I can smell the freshness

Uhhh

You can’t really test this

Cuz nobody can see me, I’m in space

And she can’t yell at me today (AYE)

But I had to make my way back, cuz I couldn’t breathe

I found out that there’s no food on there, I can’t eat

So I went back to earth, what’s worse?

I saw my mom and she was actually at work

So I Dip dashed, ran to the house

Pulled my MOTHERFUCKIN penis out (aye)

Went to the back room

And put on Mia Khalifa’s (hmmm)

(Aye)

And she was dancing wit dat ass

Then out of fucking nowhere

Appeared my deadbeat dad

He said “Hi Dasean! How you fuckin doin?

Is that your had that you’re currently screwing?”

And I said “dude what the fuck, get the fuck up out my house”

He said “ Dude I’m just tryna sniff ya grandmothers blouse”

And I said “what. The fuck. Are you doing here? You stupid unadulterated **** with a beard. “

He said “my beard is weird, but please do remember.. if you scream right now, it’s your body imma dismember”

And I said “woah. Here we go again, you’re not my dad and you’re not my friend. There’s no need to pretend, your life is about to end”

So I ran out the house, called my mom up

“Ayo ma, he in the house “

“WHAT?”

She said “okay, I’m pullin down the block”

She pulled up with the cops

The cops they had the Glock

They pulled up to the door

They said “we can’t no more”

Like Edgar Allen Poe

His soul is never mo’

Ay here we go, I’m really woah

Spitting tales of murder mystery, Edgar Allen Poe

And here we go, I’m done with this verse

So uhhhh I don’t know what else works

Calling my mother because I think I am dended

Uh I’m feeling from a bar, call me band-aid

I’m spitting verses like the story you landed

Bout to leave this beat deader than the end of titanic

And hamlet (inhale it?)

Credits go out to uh, my person you know you are. Bang bang, woah thank you for this boom. Ight bye. Boom gotta go catch the bus