Nauseous / Devilish

Yeah, yee JPEG motherfucking MAFIA (Look bitch, I'm nauseous, yeah) You know it's motherfucking JPEGMAFIA, know what I mean (Look bitch, I'm nauseous, conscious) 3-3-4, 4-4-3, 7-1-8 (It's nasty) Son Look bitch, I'm nauseous, I'm moving conscious I'm smoking dope to clear my conscience, a fucking Martian Peggy, how you spit so awkward, the beat be barking I'm peeping Breakfast Club, like, "Damn, I wish I was a part" At your crib, I'm at your job, I'm like a fuckin' stalker (Yeah) Forty buck turn Steven Universe to Steven Hawking (Nasty) I'm 'bout them commas, fuck your comments I tote a llama (Brat) In I-R-L you got no armor, I got no father (nah) Catch me at the harbor, these crackers harmless You ain't a shooter, bitch, that's fuckin'- Talking shit on Twitter, bitch, what you accomplish? Nothing Like, why does that even make any sense? Do you know what I mean? Like, shit like that, there should be some sort of a rule Unless there's like, like, yeah, like, like Inability to consent, like, contest that decision Anybody should I mean, she's not right, so I mean She's not right, so I'm good, I'm good, it's just like, yeah