(This song is called…Apathetographic Featuring The Growling Son)

Itty bitty bits of fungus sus as fuck up in my solar plexus
Hexes out the wazoo on you fuckin’ creeps
Uh, out the wazoo on you fuckin’ creeps
Uh, out the wazoo on you fuckin’ creeps
Live within my own ambitious idiosyncrat iconoclastic ideology
And baller vision on the beats
Ye, baller vision on the beats
Woah, baller vision on the beats
Run up on ‘em like a centipede
Goal for a centerfold, posin’ for a centerpiece
Pretty, kickin’ in my head with my own leg
Call Cirque Du Soleil, tell ‘em I’m real sick
Then uh, go ‘way, that’s it
[We can’t trust the insect..]
Go ‘way, that’s it
[I’d like to become…the first insect politician]
(Me too Jeff)

I’m a dog with a bone and I’m pickin’ at it
Cryin’ ‘bout my problems when I’m warrin’, fuckin’ sick ‘em havoc
Livin’ in my lipids, sippin’ syrup sir, a sugar habit
Sperm is spillin’ up and out to settle every earthen planet
And… don’t notice division by the churchin’ habit
Leave the POTUS position open, coat your domes in dabs y
Absynth in a bag of plastic wrapped around your mouth
That’s going south in every video that matter to daddy majesty

I live in America but fuck this government (x4)
A hundred and fifty times over (x4)

Vein drippin’ agave on the tongue of the lioness
Mind go hyena on the rotting leviathan
Chimes shimmer and shiver in time to the rise of violence
I’m giving eyes for eyes and my mind is Verizon Wireless
Kamikaze lawmaker kink, I think in tanks of piss
Lot of fuckin’ colors on the jacket, rap the rankest shit
Call me a noggin doctor, my thoughts where the fuckin’ cankle is
Only way I cum is Trump munchin’ my fuckin’ pancreas, Uh
And I am killin’ on the mainframe
Buddy I’m a boy with a whole thing to maintain
Politickin’ with the people lickin’ on my nipple
Get it in and make a million and dip and never say a thang
I’m a bird, I’m a plane, I’m an animal
Pullin’ heartstrings, cuddly little cannibal
Nail polish, lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ glam girl
Bish I live it up and take a picture of the damn world

I live in America but fuck this government (x4)
A hundred and fifty times over (x4)

‘Bout to land a trans taco truck on your dumb dick, with your feet out
Lookin’ like a wicked witch
Lookin’ like a wicked witch
Yeah boy, lookin’ like a wicked witch
Generally I disassociate in smaller portions but I’ll plug into distortion
Now I’m ‘bout to fuckin’ flick switch
‘Bout to fuckin’ flick a switch
Yeah, ‘bout to fuckin’ flick a switch
Silken, drippin, I’m liquid, the style be
Nectar of oh gods, I’m pretty, defile me
Rhyme with the nature of God and of paper
Patiently pacing to station of Kylie
Smile in all of my poses, position
Myself as the foe of what’s faux and delicious
Dick is a condom of blood and of apathy
Tap into stem of the grey matter happily
Yaw

Y’all don’t give a dang diggy dang diggy (x4)
So I don’t give a dang diggy dang diggy
Dang diggy dang diggy danga danga…
…Diggy diggy diggy

I live in America but fuck this government (x4)
A hundred and fifty times over (x4)
(x2)