Feast Bro

Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em)
 Listen close, jigga, yeah
 Uh, if haters want it, they can get it
 Unbelieveable like Donald Trump working at a soup kitchen
 Constipation is unimaginable, when I got watery shit
 Eatin' White Castle for breakfast, bitch
 Man I was born to flip the script
 My first time it wasn't awesome
 A game of give and take
 Smelled and sound like dead opossum
 You think this game is hard?
 Well, living in this world is harder
 But don't mess with those drugs like Mary-Louis Parker
 AH! look at them, looking in the yearbook
 Wishing they were nicer to me years ago on Facebook
 Click! I hit delete on all their fables
 Friendship tends to blind us, like giant big green lasers
 And since I'm on your mind, I'm sure that you'll storybook me
 Available everywhere online, it's hard to overlook me
 A whole 'nother shelf for my plaques is on my checklist
 Failed at lining em up, never was too good at Tetris
 Enough with braggadocio virtue
 Cause I gotta get back to my house to make my curfew
 Guess I'm just a lame that got a voice in this world
 Selling CD's on my own like a lonely intern
 Hanging out at Build-a-Bear super-cool grown-man stand
 Everywhere I go, security follow me, I'm the man
 And I sleep with my blankie still ya
 And always keep Melissa Joan Hart on my bedsite table ya
 No, don't think your ready for me just yet
 Be more scary if I sign a major label contract
 What drug is he on? fuck you, kiss ass and be gone
 They handin' me my towels because they work at Bed, Bath & Beyond
 Come on man! broad-day in the driveway
 My dick got sucked off hard by a lady (OH MY GOODNESS!)
 My raps might be corny, my rep might be dead
 But I'm quick to blow my top like a virgin getting edged
 Guess I'm tryin' to prove what's insane, I superseded it
 You don't wanna know the real me, better never freaking Google it
 Just know that I never pretend to be hard
 I know how to shoot guns and arrows, fuck security guards
 Might get popped like Tuco
 Gangs in my town make me reverse
 And drive the fuck outta dodge like YOU KNOW!!!
 And, yes, some of the time I might clame to be tough
 But I just say take me to build-a-bear and give me a hug
 Fans show me love
 That's why I'll always make music until the death of me
 Haters talk shit, but ain't nobody tryna step to me
 I hereby request all my fans to inspect this album
 Compare to the last two and get back with me
 Yeah, I'm just hanging in the mezzanine
 Netflix and chill party, bring a jar of vasaline
 Not a weird man, but I got ya'll perplexed
 Kinda simple on the surface, but deep down complex
 They call the albums I make, a mortal sin
 But check their playlist on Spotify, I'm there within
 Not on the TV yet, but working on VHS
 I plan to reach the world, man, I'm starting from the PC's yes
 I put some music out, when I'm getting bored
 You may not like the way I look, but my songs are in the stores
 My name getting engraved on plaques, shall be the outcome
 And my rhymes are sicker than Jared Fogel's photo albums...
 PEACE!
 FUCK OUTTA HERE!
 NOW BREAK THIS DISC!
 This world strange...