DJ Wonder, We gon rock at least 5 beats, to show your versatility, What you're made of, You gotta rock 5 back, aiight? As the world's turnin, I feel like I'm a worse person, My tongue's hurtin, from all of it's work cursin, And I'm not certain I think my father's LeVar Burton, 'til I'm walkin in circles and I'm talkin in third person
In the eigth grade I got high off paper mache, I put it in my desk and I let it ferment a day
'Cause shit, ain't nothin changed, I'm still known as a rude student, That'll walk inside your class and make fun of your school shootin
I could prove it; I'm too cool as a matter of fact, I've been writin these verses while I'm havin a heart attack, I'm in your bedroom crankin No Doubt and Staring Back, Stereo blaring, Gwen Stefani can holla black, I'm not black, I'm a white boy with dark skin, At a Klan rally wondering why they won't let me in
I'm drunk off this gin and I'm high off Ritalin, Fuck it, let me get to the next beat
Okay let's go, Donald Glover, Childish Gambino, Showin and provin, Sway in the Mornin, DJ Wonder!
Oooh, wow, yeah!! I'm the nerdiest rapper ever, I'm wearin a Cosby sweater, and I'm reading Oscar Wilde rippin my foreskin to make a washable condom, A bunch of assassins tried to jump me, they couldn't touch me, I rolled off in a yellow Humvee, with a bunch of monkeys, My taste buds hate fudge, man, plus I'm allergic, I'ma dress up like a surgeon so I could hurt Curtis, on purpose
And girls see my dick size and they realize, that they can't handle it, I get more sodomy than Tommy Lee and Pam - Anderson?
With my doo-rag in my left hand, And my iPod and my Discman, I get more kicks out of it than Jean Claude Van Damme
And I'm still spittin, still hittin, (Big Pimpin') like Hova, yo, let me be the rap, run over, Yea, lemme go, lemme go
Next beat NEXT BEAT, Childish Gambino, Childish Gambino, That was the shit! 5 Fingers of Death, Let's go, Sway in the Mornin, Shade 45
Let me feel this one for a minute, Oh my God like reggaetone, or somethin like that? Oh wow, uhh, uhh, uhh!! Childish Gambino, yo this off the dome, I gotta keep it goin cause I came from home, Come from Rome, Athens, or Atlanta, Georgia, Got somethin for ya, Yes I got some smores cause I bore ya, Like I got that Goya
You know how they play reggaeton in the beats when you in NYC, Meaning that me and I'm sickest
Yo, aaahh!!! Real Monsters like Ickis, Yo, this chick that I used to lick it, Now her name Aubrey Plaza, I didn't mean to kick it, while I'm gettin salsa, Like I'm eatin salsa, cause she Puerto Rican
Some people speakin, like she ain't white, But you know that's alright cause I keep it tight
YES! Number four, number four, number four, Stand up man, get loose! I'm tryin to get loose, tryin to get loose, Man this early in the mornin, I ain't had any coffee or anything like that, Uhh, uhh, hahahahahaha! You go in or go out let's go, Okay, here we go, yo! Nerdy word murderer in a purple convertible, Niggas ain't heard of him until his girlfriend converted him, Bitch niggaz is Ferguson, I guess I could explain it all
Like all these niggaz wanna bone cause you datin dogs, Or why the radio used to not play me, And why does every white girl love ukelele? Where I'm from, that Jesus piece couldn't save me
and I'm still spittin shit cause I'm gettin like gravy, Eatin like mashed potatoes, I hate those
haters who say that I'm not black enough yo, you ain't wack, enough to fuckin touch my MC mic, You better keep it tight; eat a dick like you starvin homie
There you go! Childish Gambino, And we gonna check him out we got one more beat man, Oh one more beat?
Cause it's a workout, It's a workout, it's a freestyle, A emcee workout, after this you ain't gotta prove nothin to nobody, This is it right here baby let's go!
Uhhh!! Yo, on this last beat I'ma goner, Gotta spit over somethin hard, like Nirvana; and I'm crazy, With the beat when it comes to this, Spittin it, shittin it, while I'm lickin it, I ain't even need to get it
Man these other un-C's, they need to get it, Why this LL Cool J shit, yo I got pesos and mesos, Meaning I can only hack with they ghost, When they go there, when I go back, And I'm still that, I ain't backpack
But you know, with the fuck the rest, Yo they say that is lame like Johnye West, or Kanye West, but I ain't Kanye West, I'm just tryin to stay the truth, And I ain't tryin to spit the truth, Yo, I do what I gotta do in a booth with Sway, Shay45 all day, y'all know what I'm sayin
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