| I look like a homeless, drunk hillbilly |
| But, somehow, I am a rap star |
| I’ve got horribly bad gas |
| And my BO could kill you, it is so harsh |
| Messing with me? Pull you up to my teeth |
| Open up, be prepared to barf |
| I could destroy your entire block |
| By opening up both of my arms |
| Take a crap, don’t wipe my ass |
| I’m starting saying there’s no way I’ll use Scott |
| This song stink, just like my toes |
| Ask me «take a shower», I’m like «hell naw» |
| All the dentists say that I’ll lose my chops fo' sho' |
| If I don’t cop floss |
| I live in a dumpster covered in flies |
| Found a dead rat in my mop top |
| I’m the most unlikely dude to ever make it in rap |
| A young, grody, nice, Jewish boy obsessed with Minecraft |
| Look like Jesus, but fat |
| I make racist, white people feel comfortable with trap rap |
| Hundred bitches in my trailer say that I need a bath |
| They all brought me some Axe |
| Clothespin on my nose |
| Because Post Malone smelling like a stank fart |
| It ain’t hard to do what 21 Savage do |
| Mumble, and get a tat cross |
| Then steal Future’s flow, always puff on dro |
| And make raps about your garage |
| Savage got a 12 car garage |
| See, that’s all that it takes to be a rap star |
| Post, you know you stanking, gotta fix that |
| You gotta wash your feet, man, take a damn bath |
| My eyes are watering from your ass crack |
| You look just like a Walmart bargain bin Riff Raff |
| Lemme just hit you, please |
| With a spray of Febreeze |
| Then let me brush your teeth |
| You gon' get gum disease |
| Gotta fix those armpits |
| All you need is Speed Stick |
| Oh, my god, I can’t breathe |
| 21 Savage dying |
| Halt! Post, since it 'tis the season of giving |
| Santa gon' give what the world wants. Ho, ho, ho! |
| I’ll eliminate your stench |
| With my candy cane crotch and bod' spray by S. Clause |
| Now time to clean your mouth, gums, tongue, and teeth |
| Open wide, here comes the mouthwash |
| Last, I must make you look unhomeless |
| By cutting your sleazy hair and beard off |
| You cut out my voice box! |
| Whoops! |
| Look like Santa had a little too much Eggnog. Oh well |
| Hey… you girls wanna bang? |
| It’s not like you have any choice, I’m famous |
| Ho, ho, that’s what I thought |
| Ho, ho, ho! Now let me show you my Christmas tree |