Perfectly Adequate Whales - That Lyrics

Can the haters f*ck off just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit right now?
Try to get my shit, get wrinkles on your forehead 'cause of the way that I tend to keep it highbrow
You couldn't get that shit even if you had the SparkNotes
Motherf*cker, take notes, I've got some high hopes
Got dollar like Charles Shaw, Capri Sun with a f*cking straw
Too much dick, that's my flaw, you know the name, bitch, that's PAW
I go all in, my measures drastic, flex so hard, it's like I'm elastic
2018, bumping iPod Classic, everything I do: idiosyncratic
Ball out like Air Bud, decade career like Air Bud
F*ck your bitch like Air Bud, I don't even care, bud

That is insane
(Okay, here we go)

See dis gun? Dis go bang, disco ball, hanging from my balls
Shorty at the dancehall wanna suck my big dick, with a mouth that small, unrealistic (Hmm)
Forty-two shots to the dome, times ten by the time I get home
Team Snapchat blowing up my phone, sorry Obama I gotta postpone
I leave my volume on an odd number (What), come and fight me (No)
You like twenty? (Yeah) I like nineteen (What?)
I'm Spike Lee, I wanna do the right thing but when these freaking wiener heads show up, it's unlikely

Bitches be wanting some of my noodle because I flow hard and make a mean strudel
I keep it low-carb without any lard (Mmm, tasty), now bring in the bugles
Knick-knack, paddy whack, give your bitch my boner
Dick-slap that big rack so hard I hit a homer
My balls go "click, clack" when I munch her Big Mac
Speed through the drive-through in my f*cking Lambo, skrrt!
Chain so cold you get frostbite
Can't do math, I wasn't taught right
Two plus two kept me up all night
Y'all blow so hard I could fly a kite
Got respect like Stuart Little, drive cars like Stuart Little, live in a swamp like Stuart Little
I'm living large so don't call me little

That is insane

Oh my god!
You should pitch it up a lot, and add distortion on it and autotune