Qué Lo Qu'e Qu'atsu

You say I fumbled the bag, you be a sack of potatoes

My senses detect we're scrapping with all you dickheads

Ayo, pause, at a loss

Fuck your cause, band don't draw

Don't quit your day job

Your shit is traki trash, I get paper

What's up papa, I'm her fave

Bitch, I got my flavor on my Flavor Flav

Asshole

Fuck it

Ho-ards of cowards assemble to sing me thy

Choir of sheeple, I chuckle

Hahahaha

Don't even act like you don't know

We're fucked

Drifting apart

Delusions

Illusions

Wake up

Conclusions

Shaking my head on my Stevie Wonder

You kiddos is cuckledoodledoos, y'all some Pollos Hermanos

Culprit

Stupid fuck

A man's loyalty is tested when he has everything

A woman's loyalty is tested when he has nothing

Now you've got nothing left to fucking lose

I snap my fingers

Bitch, I'm Thanos

I'm just a Puerto Rican Dominicano

From Harlem on my Miles Morales, put my suit on

Electrify the industry, I'm on my Elon

You fucks got nothing on me

You think you know me?

You wanna know thee?

I'll serve you a fresh bowl of tomato fuck you soup

(Mm, that's delicious)

Find god

I'll swipe up that Grammy like I'm Mark Webber

I do shit better, recognize

I just won about 28 Grammys

Took a fucking piss and shit upon that fucking worthless fantasy

Zooming through lanes on my Nascar shit

Lightning McQueen, opps, you can’t catch this

Lighting the blunt, blowing the smoke

Stir up the pot, stop the show

Drowsy cuck bitch

Losing hand over fist

You like it? I'm psychic, skinny weight priceless

Ask around, my soul can spill through all devices

Feed me

I need the love, I need the praise so give me, give me

Mm, feels good

Unalive like suicide, I know you know you should

They keep on asking why the demon has left

I check my statements, God, it feels like a theft

I pray to the father, the son, and the holy ghost, cleanse my essence

Divine this blood will reach the lips of all your poor descendants

Kill me now