| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| I thought I’d do this once and then finito |
| Run out of steam, but low and behold |
| I got another one, yeah, I mean it should be illegal |
| Every week, shippin' dope and supplyin' free smoke |
| I’ve prolly got the FBI watchin', loggin' my keystrokes |
| Too fuckin' lethal, chlorine for your gene pool, roll on me, you get steamrolled |
| Go on, kill me; I respawn, then I come stumblin' back out the Valhalla mead hall |
| Sendin' shots towards me, though? I send 'em out like Magneto, wild boy like |
| Steve-O |
| Cat’s name on my feed bowl, he’s too fussy to eat a burrito |
| I’m doin' Keto, yeah, I’m doin' Keto, yeah |
| Oreos, Cheezels and Cheetos, I got Doritos, yeah |
| I got a ego; I drink artisanal pinot, yeah |
| I’m watchin' Peep Show alone in my new tuxedo |
| Super Hans with the weed roll, I just broke in your beach home |
| I have stolen your speed boat and murdered all of your seagulls |
| Yeah, I’m forty below, Mr Freeze at the ski slopes |
| Encino Man in the deep snow, ain’t no one as cold as me though |
| Yeah, I got another one |
| Yeah, Super Cool Tree House, I got another one |
| I bought a new tuxedo; I need a cummerbund |
| I got another one, this ain’t a joke |
| I’m no comedian, deviant, hidin' my VPN |
| Encyclopaedic knowledge of psychotropic ingredients |
| 3 PM, tryna 'leviate all my tedium |
| Drinking codeine martinis and reading through all my mean DMs |
| Tryna seek deeper meaning to keep me zen |
| 3D printing my weenie for you to suck while my CD spins |
| Nah, the sweetest revenge is to be successful |
| And then when they least expect you, pump poison gas in their heating vents |
| I am too cold |
| I should probably write out all my subtitles in bold |
| Maybe try italicise 'em |
| Or I could just scroll, throw in some lens flare |
| Maybe papyrus or whoa, uh-oh |
| Ayy, Seth Sentry, Super Cool Tree House, every Sunday |
| Subscribe to my channel, or I’ll straight up kill you |
| Nah, I’m just—but maybe |