Ugly

Jocular Youth And there ain't no stopping it, dude And lyrically I'm like a dog in the booth Because I shit on everything Lamer than anything that you've ever seen My psyche has a welcome mat that reads Lame Kids Goal is to get big, touch hearts and stay rich Lame Kids Collective Minutemen Syndicate Led by a non-ignorant fisherman Right hand man is a villain And we're feeling kind of diligent Call of Duty Uzi on the track Sleight Of Hand when we fap So we are feeling kind of militant 15 year old big nose is killing this Rap shit, spitting shit Like a first time blow job Reaching for the sky And these guys got no hops Working all night like we ripped off Coca Cola Coke tops I'm multi-talented like a shoe's old box Spit it cold like sleeping in the Winter with no socks Lame Kids ride until the show stops Regurgitate this flow onto this beat Serve it titled as Dope Sauce When I walk in rooms, it used to be, "Fuck off." Now it's, "May I take your coat off?" I fight with microphones Lyrically breaking bones Like Styrofoam When I'm in these headphones, man I swear that I am home