Goth boy, but I'm rapping bout them blicks too

Malcom in the middle cuz I'm goth but street too

And I'm only 17 but I'm 10'two

Standing tall on my money add up four'two

She shaking all that shit, what that twerk do?

What that ass do baby let me see you

Playing all blue, cuz I'm from the M too

On the phone with yo bitch, shit is 10-two

Make a flick with yo bitch, not no Youtube

She be saying that I'm fine baby you too

If you staring at a gun what would you do?

Up the stick on a bitch if you want to

Born wit a stick, bitch please twist too

Now she twisting on my stick like a stick shift

Getting head, push the clutch now I'm stick bitch

Why you playing wit my name know I'm twist bitch

We are forever emitting sparks of imagination

So, Let's spark together

In every mind is a piece of code that operates our creative functions

It forms a conduit called the cerebrumbylical cord, it extends to the farthest reaches of imagination

Goth boy, but I'm rapping bout them blicks too

Malcom in the middle cuz I'm goth but street too

And I'm only 17 but I'm 10'two

Standing tall on my money add up four'two

She shaking all that shit, what that twerk do?

What that ass do baby let me see you

Playing all blue, cuz I'm from the M too

On the phone with yo bitch, shit is 10-two

Make a flick with yo bitch, not no Youtube

She be saying that I'm fine baby you too

If you staring at a gun what would you do?

Up the stick on a bitch if you want to