Started out this morning feeling so polite
But something deep inside me isn’t calibrated right
I'm feeling hella disheveled, gotta readjust my levels
But no coping skills can grow when I've got devils in my chemicals
Here’s a hypothetical: nobody is listening
Just a bunch of white men plotting and positioning
They want to quibble in the middle of soliciting
Some advantageous plan designed to keep their wieners stiffening
Chattering, fattening the calf for their holiday
Now haul away the carcass, no apology
Dig another grave, fill it with dead technology
Then go home and make an appointment with neurology
Oddly enough they're in the business of prisons
Choose your remission of sins and be forgiven
I'm afraid the decision's been made, the invoice paid
The goods are delivered, the bads have been slayed
It's all subjective, your holy directive
viewed through a rose-colored lens that's corrective
respective to the next man's reckless perspective
you elect to disrespect the concept of one collective

They taught us it's implausible to crossbreed the genres
but now my shit is like piranhas in your sauna
the water's frothing, a thick sauce congealing
and i'm feeling brand new options unfolding as you're squealing
Don't bother dealing with any smaller problems that blossom
because an awesome golem has taken shape and there's no stopping him
from dropping beats boldly from his throne at the computer
an autonomous analog audio-avatar assumes the role of tutor
stay after class and i'll show you how it works
i'll give ya goosebumps -- i heard they're yer fervert berks
i'll alert you first before I do something that hurts
spanking can be pleasant when you pitch it as a perk, honey
don't be a jerk and judge me, Judy
When's the last time you got off your booty
and truly created a thing of beauty that soothed me or moved me
Listen or dismiss it, i'm okay with this, thought i gave a shit
despite the fact I'm not paid for this, I guess I'm made for this
I still make a mess, you're still unimpressed, well it's off my chest
Keep an eye out for the twist, kids, it'll be on the test
when this track is done your headphones will be laid to rest

What’s the difference if I’m singing or spitting
Either way it’s just a lot of lyrics that I’ve written
You’re splitting hairs, unaware that you’re a lemming
Heading toward the precipice, it’s yourself you’re condemning
Splattered! Honestly I’m flattered
Never thought I’d matter enough to be verbally battered
by someone so deliciously auspicious at oration
As you have absolutely proved on multiple occasions
I’m impatient with those claiming I should know my station
It’s called gatekeeping, bitch, enough of the stigmatization
Maybe you're jelly after noticing my skills
‘Cause I’m bonkers at the console - Thirteen confirmed kills
Dropping albums while you just drop the ball
I’d give you pointers if you only had the wherewithal
That’s okay, everybody’s good at something
For example, your mother could teach a masterclass in pumpin’
Line out the door, down the block, ‘round the corner
Business be booming when you only charge a quarter

The things I do for a paycheck can be miserable
It’s impermissible, the environment unlivable
Inflated egos mistaken that they’re pivotal
Hey, maybe you should spend some time on the elliptical
I’ve got another thing to say about your issues
I’ve got an order placed for eight boxes of tissues
I’ve got a lot of whining government officials
And when I’m finished I’ll sign off with my initials (BS!!)
Impending doom, a new administration
I’ll get the broom and commence your abdication
Time is up, don’t want to hear you bellyache
Now please excuse me while I slice and serve the cake