Dear Lil Chip (Remix)

Man, I'm just getting started all these lazy bitches is acting real retarded

I aint even fart yet, But this scent is stanker than yo arm, faggot

A bunch of maggots, Wait they on the plastic, throw out the Garbage or bring the savage

Aint talking lavish when I cop the Plankton, Evil genius aint talking doctor Langton

Wait wait Whats going on? Why is there a song of me I aint even gone Hollon whos born?

Yea Im getting tired but you know we never yawn, You bunch of spawns, Satan

Met somebody online i think their name was Layton, Your hating

You wish I wasnt so damn famous but this is the future so you watch where your name is

where your shame is? You been re-releasing yet dont know where the fame is

Who the lamest? Aint being Musical but ima use my keys, like a donkey we ride for glee

Frame ya, These lazy bitches is really acting the same yuh, You fucking lamer

Been playing COD but I never was a aimer, Aint talking strainer But ima bouta squeeze yuh

Island tings in here aint talking Jamaica, But.. If the shoe fits you better get straighter

You feel faint now? Matter of fact you know Im getting tints on, it aint fendi But we getting licked on

To get a kick on, I mean kick ball matter of fact we might as well play foot ball

I mean its your call, Phone looking like it used to be a star, but its iphone so you know its getting hot

Strolling in the mall, Personal shit is really getting hard for yall, shake your ass but this aint no ball