G.O.A.T.(W.G.M.F.M.C.)

[Intro: Watsky & Guy]

Haha ha ha, that was funny man

That was funny?

Yeah. So what's the, uh, what's the real track 4, though?

The real track?

Yeah. That's- you're not actually gonna put that on the record though

Yeah. That's actually track number 4 on the record

Watsky

I'm telling you man, it's not a stretch. It's possible to be funny and serious at the same time

Y'know. Poignant

Watsky

Yes?

You have to like, disrespect women and talk about clubs and shit, like, that's really important nowadays. That's what they want on the radio man

Y'know, it's a track about, y'know, juvenile epilepsy and I feel like it'll be touching and-

See okay- You shouldn't have gone anywhere past juvenile. Think JUVENILE. You didn't say bitch ONE TIME IN THAT RECORD

No, but at the end of that, eh-

Sprinkle it man. Sprinkle some disrespect on it

Sprinkle it?

Sprinkle a little disrespect on it. There's no disrespect on the record, it's too nice

You need to have the big fucking glasses, a funny hat, where's your T-Pain effect?

I want you to go back, go home, and write a better song with more bitches, fuck more peoples'... mothers. and sisters. and brothers. and grandmothers and shit

Then come back here, and we'll talk

Lemme bounce with the beat for a second. No homo

[Verse]

Uhm, yeah, whoo! Get in bed like I'm at war

Make your vagina more than kinda sore, I'm hung like a dinosaur

Shit, your hymen tore, you're busted

You never grew up, like a Toys R Us kid

I'm well-adjusted, like jock strap crotches

Bang my old teachers while the preschool watches

Met a slow girl, I was fucking her fast

Had some tight old pussy and got stuck in the past

I molest old age, Grab the best old babe

In a breast hold babe, is your chest cold, babe?

Are those boobs or goosebumps?

Hey sugar tits, can a pimp have two lumps?

Measure my heart prick, whatever the night

I use my dick as a yardstick to measure my height!

I'm healing myself, got a hole in my pocket

And I'm feeling myself

I'm like WuTang, your art’s cookie cutter like a Warhol soup can

The rapper who can destroy mere humans

Fuck your facelift, fuck your played whip

I built a spaceship, to ride in while you're crusing Earth

I’m owning all the aliens who emcee in the Universe

The ten best rappers is a list of me

I exist to be the greatest rapper in history

Built a time machine from Flava's clock and a saddle

Taught Plato to rap, and then kicked his ass in a battle

I'm the best rapper alive

That gets mistaken for Michael Cera everywhere that he drives

FUCK MICHAEL CERA

You weren't so super bad

When I was writing and

You were running around Rodeo yelling

"Who's your dad?"

UH!

Man, fuck this