Seven
 作词 : Derrick Johnson
 作曲 : Derrick Johnson
I'd tell him to eat a **** quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give a **** like a quarter with 20 cent
At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxing at Happy Camper
It's the ****ing financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxing, I'm taxing
"**** 'em all!"'s what I'm chanting
Don't complain I'm just ranting
**** ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot
I'm a liar like Carrey in Liar Liar
I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry
Peter Pan in my youth, ****ing fairies
I'm using my tooth bait to get that ******* teeth paste
**** it, Odd Future some Nazis, black Nazis don't copy
We perfect, you sloppy, hotter than Saki Takei
**** a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett
Hang with thrashers and jackers
Drug dealers and crackers, AP students and slackers
I'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93
Escaping from concentration camps with a ****ing girl board and a ramp
That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVS
Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress
With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
Sup on my hat like that mother****er friendly
White, red-headed ***** reminded me of Annie
She dino like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me
**** You Bunch is here, never disrespect my family
That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie
Wasted ****ing youth? All you old niggas antiques
We go skate, rape ***** and eat do**** from Randy
******* like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy
Mother****ers wanna be Odd but you can't be
Sit the **** down all you old niggas stand me, ******
I guess I got to be a ****ing hand-me-down rapper
From Los Angee area anytime I'm ****ing landing
**** 2****Boyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track
Them mother****ers could never get rid of me
Guess I gotta do a ****ing song with Dom Kennedy
Get these ****ing hip hop bloggers to start feeling me
Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Lyrically I'm **** enough to ass-**** the dude who made nicotine
Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some ****ing skinny jeans
And follow in your footsteps like a mother****ing millipede
Centipede, make songs about Gucci and ciggaweed
Jerk with my freshmen like it's some mother****ing little league
No I'm not no ****ing hipster, mister
No I'm not no ****ing Kid Cudi, all my ****ing fans love me
Collaboration hits for fans screaming **** buddies, yo, yo
I'm driving in a stolen truck, and I'm probably ****ing drunk
Wasted as ****, can't walk it out, DJ Unk
My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked
(Shut the **** up!) Who the **** told me not to spoke?
**** everybody here, everybody vanished, I'm managed
Hop off my **** and make a ****ing sandwich
Everybody listening can suck my **** in Spanish
**** you, ****** (****ing bastard)
Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record
I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period
But um, I didn’t mean to offend anyone, alright, I'm lying, OF