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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danny Sedlazek
Danny Sedlazek
Songwriter
Myles Hanger
Myles Hanger
Songwriter
Ben Risemburg
Ben Risemburg
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm gonna punch Elon Musk in his little dick
'Till it looks like a rotten shrimp and kibble bits
Rip out his tongue to play the fiddle with and
Leave him looking like that Y.a. Tittle pic
Malcom in the Middle kids, I'm the neighborhood terror
The Hannah-bar-bearer trapped between Bam Margera and Che Guevara
Might do drugs in a van or backroom deals in Havana
Arm and hammer in hamper
Fucked yo girl in the ass
And now she gotta use Pampers
EW (Disgusting)
Out in Monaco, getting dome that's astronomical
While I wear my official sloppy toppy monocle
Same time sell her son's bioncles on the dark web
Told her vanomos what Marx said?
Give Bezos a wedgie 'till he stuck in a wheelchair
I mean, it feels fair
Hit my cat daddy burning down Peter Theil's lair
And do I feel bad?
Bitch I don't care
Jeffery Riddle and the Weird Kids
Bitch that be us
Crack babies in pea coats they see us
Jeffery Riddle and the Weird Kids
Ain't no remix never re-cut
Just raw Uncle Pete and DJ Jazzy Jesus
Selling pills at a premium like Martin Skhrelli
Scheming em in the club like that scene in Belly
I'm Mozart they tell me
So you better play ya part, or I'll grab yo face and start fartin' smelly
I might slap yo tyke too with a Mike Tyson haiku
Because he looks just like you, and that's a rookie move
Make the pussy ooze
Got yo WCW screeching like a Tusken Raider
Said my dick pumpkin flavored
Told me to run for mayor after I pumped her tater
From Swaziland to Perth to Saudi Arabia
Been 'round this whole earth and slapped my poultry on labias
Selling hentai VHSes in Mongolia to pay for my drip
Smokin' moles with the Ay-a-toll-e-a, he lets me call him that shit
Might kill yo pride like Mufasa you little Cucarachas
Been known to eat any goat like the Chupacabra
Smoke their ashes like a rasta, sell their skin to prada
And turn their femurs to maracas
So when I dance on their grave
I can play the cha-cha
Ha ha
Jeffery Riddle and the Weird Kids
Smoking fat GBs
Standing on your tomb going poopoo & peepee
Jeffery Riddle and the Weird Kids
Off more drugs than the Bee Gees
Cummin' in your mother's morning coffee like teehee
She said "daddy eat my Calzone," I said baby call me Papa Johns
Felt a day of reckoning was upon me the way she top my johns
Damn
Written by: Ben Risemburg, Danny Sedlazek, Myles Hanger
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