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[Verse] Versace, Versace, wait, hold on a second, I have to go potty *bathroom intermission* 10 medium beverages, still tryina' win that McDonald's Monopoly I know, I know, I might as well just go and start playing the lottery I take all my money and spend it on everything ever so sloppily I just bought 4 pair of draws, a kazoo, and some lavender moccasins But I should have bread at the end of the week, man, no stress, I'm an optimist Who am I kidding, I'll end up as hungry as a hippopotamus Maybe I'll go beg on 4chan, I really need pizza, Anonymous Versace, Versace, I'm sad and I'm hungry, that's a double whammy Should I make music for me, or to eat, or to win all the Grammys? Already know that a lot of y'all don't really care what I'm plannin' But I advise you to bandwagon now, that ride might come in handy My album is coming December, and I will not tell you to wait on it It's already been like six years and some months, man, I'm already late on it I just hope that when you play me on the stereo, I will sound great on it And a fresh cup of bleach to whoever at all that should happen to hate on it Twitter.com, @KlausGohan, oh, yeah, that's my handle My bars are my ammo, I hide in the beat, yeah, I use it as camo You won't see me coming before it's too late, now you're head's on my mantle Everyone says they're ahead of their time, but you're looking at Lando "Versay-z", "Versay-z", "Versay-z", "Versay-z", "Versay-z", "Versay-z" (Oh.) My bad, I was playing that Kanye, man, I'll get the flow back, it's gravy But speaking of 'Ye, ain't no poles where I go, and it's no paparazzi I'm tryina' give Emma Watson a baby, and no one can stop me!