Satyrday

[Intro]:
- When Jack arrived at his home, there was lots of excitement!
- Oh, here comes my son Jack!

[Verse]:
Yo, I seen the Earth created during sex, walked in on Gods (Hey! What the fuck?)
Sneaker bottoms inches off the floor, we walkin' on fog
Coughin' on globs, moss in the bong
Live sauce on the top
Pour it on, tortured dog charred
Locked in the studio rockin' visuals like cave art (Rock this)
Used to take a full window 'cause pain make, great art
My blade's sharp, yours got a blade guard (Hahaha)
This for the late shifters and those workin' on the graveyard
Come with the bong by a pond chillin' (Wow)
While haters throw on the shade like a Bond villain
Pama split, eye spinach, buzz light brown
With some blonde in it, away from the gain
Too many mods in this (Hmm)
I hope someone gets a dose of hope from this
Too old, stone lumix, stone suffix (Oh)
Respiratory system like a cold bucket
This a 13 year-old dumb shit
When the deli had no dutches, I was so gutted (What the fuck?)

[Outro]:
- Yeah that's my message to you, fuck you, and kiss my ass, you're an emotional fuckin' cripple, your soul is dog shit, every single fuckin' thing about you is ugly!
- Scumbag, fuckface, dickhead, asshole!
- You clinkin', clankin', clutterin', collection of caligenous junk!
- You shit-kickin' stinky horseman horse smellin' mothafucka you!
- You dirt eatin' piece of slime, you scum-suckin' pig, you son of a motherless goat!