American Trash

[Verse 1: Bipolar Bear] Now hold up hold up, order in the courtroom I'm wearing Calvin Klein while you're still rocking jorts, dude I'm getting kind of bored cause I'm listening to your tunes But no time for feedback, I'm going on tour soon Renaissance man! I'm bring real rap back Plus I got a voice like the leader of the Rat Pack That's Frank Sinatra, educate your dumb ass I'm getting kind of annoyed, tell your girl to lose my Snap Chat She knows I never snap back, cause she wear a snap back King of the game and I'm loving the fame So you know I don't need that sad rack Verses are hotter than Shadrach Didn't think bears could rap fast? These other bears nameless Yogi trying to shame us Smokey trying to shame us Poo trying to shame us Baloo trying to shame us Beorn trying to shame us Everyone is trying to shame us, shame us Let me make this clear, I don't care, I'm fucking famous [Hook x8] Hands up for the red, white and blue (What?) [Verse 2: DJ Pandamonium] Yeah, they say my heart's cold, but son I ain't the polar bear They say my music's whack, don't make me come over there (What?) Just hold it there, (What?) just hold it there I'm busy with your girl and I'm taking off her underwear Uh, I'm not trying to make enemies I'm trying to take lives You're cutting up some butter I'm bringing sharp knives I'm trying to hypnotize, mesmerize these brothers I'm well versed, well rehearsed, and better than the others I'll make your jaw drop and have you st-st-stutter That's not all that's dropping, get your mind out of the gutter All these wack rappers, ashes plastered in the grass You're hating on my song, how's the view from the back? I'm so sick of it, I'm bout to fucking snap I don't give a shit, I don't fuck with trash [Hook x8] [Bridge: Bipolar Bear] Now I made a mistake, and I've lived through my nonsense I'm ridden with guilt, yes I'm a slave to my conscience I admit my mistakes, I know my actions were thoughtless When night caused so many nightmares, God stop this My brain is pounding, I'm kicking my own ass I'm sweating out bullets and I'm stuck feeling so crass I know that one time should have truly been the last My own true desire is to be free of my past [Hook x8] [Outro: The Anouncer] Ahahaha! Unbearable! We so ig-nant! We up in here so ratchet! American Trash We barely even rappers, though Kanye got nothing on us We multi-talented Renaissance men Check it out, ahahah!