Unclassified (feat. Mykki Blanco)

Ayo, I broke into the BET awards and stole some goodie bags I thought I saw a fuck nigga, but guess it was a pussycat Tweety and Sylvester, Pinky and The Brain Some niggas run rat races, some run things What up bro? It's Mykki I just put some honey on the blunt so my hand's a little sticky Put some money on the bitch, that's a he, life's a dog fight Scratching for scraps, niggas switching to rap, man I just took a Midol cause I thought this shit was ecstasy Now I'm cramping worse than the pregnant woman next to me Maury just told me that I am a dad But that cannot be true because I am a faggot Why they do this, bruh? Tell me why they do this These throwback tactics, niggas is getting clueless It's a wrap and you a Snicker Y'all can bumbaclart a gunshot But your dick ain't growing bigger, nigga No focus, all smoke, hocus-pocus Full of dope, no choking on the green, shucks, Charlie Gay-ass T-shirt with a quote from Bob Marley No flip-flop fuckers allowed at this party Shitting on themselves, 151 Barardi Oh hell, ain't you selling coke straight from [?] Ayy, no cop-outs, yo, we dump all doubts Fear stinking on you worse than white kids in a punk house He always had trouble making friends I, he... he always had trouble making friends, you know? I'm a twisted little fucker, don't believe me? For real man, the dude's a little creepy I'm a twisted little fucker, don't believe me? For real man, the dude's a little creepy I'm a twisted little fucker, don't believe me? For real man, the dude's a little creepy I'm a twisted little fucker, don't believe me? For real man, the dude's a little creepy, little creepy, little creepy Yo, yo, yo, yo For real man, the dude's a little creepy