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Superior (ft. Comingforya)
- (Chorus: RapBoat)
- I’m superior in every conceivable way, and
- You retarded, slack jawed, brain dead
- Dipshits will never come close to where I am
- You all waddle through life like useless meatbags
- I’m superior in every conceivable way, and
- You retarded, slack jawed, brain dead
- Dipshits will never come close to where I am
- You all waddle through life like useless meatbags
- (Verse: Comingforya)
- Been through more battles than a soldier with a thousand accolades
- Bouquets of fruitcakes stacked like an overly ambitious bakery display
- Chilling with my roommates who argue about the true meaning of life
- While eating cereal straight out the box
- Debating over whether peanut butter or jelly reigns supreme
- Ss the spread of the ages, schoolmates
- With cool fates, trying to impress with stories of epicness
- Like when they survived history class by comparing the Crusades
- To their last road trip, while I’m over here still pondering
- How microwaved pizza never quite tastes the same the next day
- Flexin like Hussein’s ukase, issuing royal decrees
- From the comfort of his living room throne, in pajamas that scream
- I could rule the world, but first, I need my morning tea with honey, please
- With a side of homemade marmalade, newsday's
- Headlines promising a new wave of gourmet food trends
- (Chorus: RapBoat)
- I’m superior in every conceivable way, and
- You retarded, slack jawed, brain dead
- Dipshits will never come close to where I am
- You all waddle through life like useless meatbags
- I’m superior in every conceivable way, and
- You retarded, slack jawed, brain dead
- Dipshits will never come close to where I am
- You all waddle through life like useless meatbags
- (Verse: RapBoat)
- I think on a plane of existence so fucking high above you, you’re so dumb
- Trying to compare us is like comparing a goddamn supernova
- To a fucking candle flame, you fucking meatbags
- Bove to pat yourselves on the back
- For the dumbest shit imaginable
- Oh, look at me, I graduated college, should I congratulate ya
- For spending four fucking years memorizing bullshit
- And still being unable think for yourself fully
- Oh, I got a promotion at my job
- Yay, you’re now a slightly more useful corporate cog
- In the machine, meanwhile, I’m here dominating
- And effortlessly outclassing every fucking one of you lame pricks
- Making your entire existence look like a fucking joke
- And let’s talk about your goddamn intelligence bro
- Oh wait, what intelligence, you clueless fucking clowns
- Wouldn’t know true intellect if it came up and began to pound
- You in the ass, you cry over minor inconveniences
- You let your fragile fucking egos get
- In the way of progress, and you’re such a goddamn clown
- That a simple disagreement sends you into a fucking meltdown
- (Chorus: RapBoat)
- I’m superior in every conceivable way, and
- You retarded, slack jawed, brain dead
- Dipshits will never come close to where I am
- You all waddle through life like useless meatbags
- I’m superior in every conceivable way, and
- You retarded, slack jawed, brain dead
- Dipshits will never come close to where I am
- You all waddle through life like useless meatbags
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