No Idols

Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley, Domo Gen' in this bitch

I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids

Some gasoline, me and Domo, we're two talented kids

Bitch, I'm back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs

You think I give a fuck? Axes get to hackin' at dicks

Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz

Man, this rap shit is borin', this tourin' is tearin' me a new asshole

I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor

That's 'cause I'm up 'til four in the morning recordin', fuck it

If you think I'm a dick, you bitch, then why don't you, shove it

Up your fuckin' ass, I mastered this shit like I'm, Grudman

Cuban chain tucked 'cause you know I don't like, stuntin'

But since we're on the subject, I'm good, bruh it's, nothin'

Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up

You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up

But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella

Never mind, you don't even like Sandwiches, fella

And I'm still fuckin' hungry, that's probably 'cause I'm African

Domo, thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again

Actually, fuck this, Adult Swim pays good

Loiter Squad season two, bitch, I wanna act again

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Liftin' up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout

To be honest, when I drop it, I'm knockin' the whole block out

Off the glass, even when it look good, I still box out

Bitch, regardless, I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out

Smellin' like success, leave the room, I bet it linger

Word slinger, oh, it's itchin', I'm fixin' the trigger finger

I don't get respect, it's like somebody gotta die tonight

Type to hit my special five times in a title fight

Six in the morning, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose

The needle got me sick, whatever, Robitussin will get it

I'm a dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish

I drive a wagon, mama said that I could be anything I imagine

I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one

'Cause twenty-three's too late, I'm done

I wool-knitted this purse and bullshitted this verse

But lucky enough, the dick-riders will still go berserk

It's No Idols, nigga

Domo Genesis

I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed

Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals

Listen, yo, quit the bitchin', why you timid?

I got this shit controlled, boy, I be the illest, feel it in my soul

For all you know, I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story

Reason you feelin' worried, 'cause I'm the poltergeist

I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights

So when they ask me if I'm 'bout to kill 'em, tell 'em, "Sho', you're right"

I got my focus right as you could fuckin' see now

Plannin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile

Document my awesomeness 'cause I don't like to freestyle

I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile

Domo Genesis, what I tell them bitches I'm finished with

Spit the sickest shit, don't put them tickets on your Christmas list

Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists

Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit (No Idols)

(Our boy Al, everybody's pal)