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
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