Saw you over there with my bitch goggles Stay away stay away Gonna jack you up with my ring knife Bitch better better pay Saw you over there with my bitch goggles Stay away stay away Gonna jack you up with my ring knife Bitch better better better better pay Street man bye Street man bye Street man bye Street man bye, bye Bitch goggles, bitch goggles Bitch goggles Bitch goggles, bitch goggles, bitch goggles Stay away hoe Saw you over there with my bitch goggles Stay away stay away Whoops Gonna jack you up with my ring knife Bitch better better pay Saw you over there with my bitch goggles Stay away stay away Get up off my sidewalk, hoe Gonna jack you up with my ring knife Bitch better better better better pay Your ass gotta go Bitch better better better better better better better better pay Street man bye Street man bye Street man bye Street man bye, bye Bitch goggles, bitch goggles Bitch goggles Bitch goggles, bitch goggles, bitch goggles Stay away hoe

I wanna make a spaghetti sandwich You take the spaghetti, and put it in the bread Hey everybody! You wanna make spaghetti Well let's do that, then put it in some bread I wanna make a spaghetti sandwich You take the spaghetti, and put it in the bread Hey everybody! You want some spaghetti Let's serve it up and put it in some bread I wanna make a spaghetti sandwich You take the spaghetti, and put it in the bread Hey everybody! You wanna make spaghetti Well let's do that, then put it in some bread I wanna make a spaghetti sandwich You take the spaghetti, and put it in the bread Hey everybody! You want some spaghetti Let's serve it up and put it in some bread I wanna make a fuckboi cry You take his face, then slap it five times Hey everybody! You wanna see one cry It's not that hard, just slap it five times I wanna make a fuckboi cry You take his face, then slap it five times Hey everybody! You wanna see one cry It's not that hard, just slap it five times

Don't wanna hear your beats Stop playing me string quartets Don't wanna hear your jazz Or I'll smash your clarinet Stop playing me grooves Don't care about your grooves Don't care about your new EP Stop doing your improv Get your hands off them piano keys 'Cuz I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear No I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear No I don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna Don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't wanna hear your fuckin noise No, don't wanna hear your fuckin noise Don't wanna hear your noise No, don't wanna hear your fuckin noise Don't wanna hear your noise Don't play me your noise band Not gonna listen to your bad pop tune Oh, really, you're a rapper? It's not like theres 20 more in this room 'Cuz I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear No I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear No I don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna Don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't wanna hear your fuckin noise No, don't wanna hear your fuckin noise Don't wanna hear your noise No, don't wanna hear your fuckin noise Don't wanna hear your noise (La musique souvent me prend comme une mer! Vers ma pâle étoile, Sous un plafond de brume ou dans un vaste éther, Je mets à la voile; La poitrine en avant et les poumons gonflés Comme de la toile J'escalade le dos des flots amoncelés Que la nuit me voile; Je sens vibrer en moi toutes les passions D'un vaisseau qui souffre; Le bon vent, la tempête et ses convulsions) Shut the fuck up 'Cuz I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear No I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear No I don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna Don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't want to hear your fuckin noise No, don't wanna hear your fuckin noise Don't wanna hear your noise No, don't wanna hear your fuckin noise Don't wanna hear your noise 'Cuz I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear No I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear No I don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna Don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't want to hear your fuckin noise I don't wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna wanna hear your noise, hear your noise, hear your noise Don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna Wanna wanna wanna wanna Want to hear your fuckin noise

Good afternoon children, and welcome back to Granddaddy Molly and his funky grandsons' bouncy castle, steakhouse, slash storytelling nook saloon Today, we got a special guest with us. As a proud subsidiary of Papa Molly incorporated, we got the CEO herself to come swing on by and tell you a tale Steppin' on the block, bouta take off on a stroll Working, living, breathing really takes its toll Was waiting at the red hand when I looked down and spotted That my lil shoelaces had got themselves unknotted No time; got the signal for the walking man Ten million things on my brain already tryna understand Took off on the street, laces trailing behind Passin' cars barely waiting, sittin' growlin' in their lines Then there was a dude; man course it was a dude He said, "Girl might wanna take a look down at your shoes" Muthafucka yes, bitch, I know It my own size 9 fuckin foot you hoe You think I'm a lil lady with her head up in the clouds No these streets are cold, our eyes look down Down at the shit and the needles on the street Bitch I suggest you keep your eyes to yourself before you catch Hep C Yes, please, step your pussy off of me Congratulations on checking off your morning good deed You saved my life, I could've tripped and fell Satan grabs me by the aglets and drags me down to hell Laces caught around a gutter, flattened by a falling rock Mama's wishing at my funeral I'd just worn crocs Thank God for our everyday heroes Man at 8 am drinking Coke fuckin zero He's got a heart of gold and eyes like a hawk And likes stopping random fuckers when they on the crosswalk 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 But wait, gotta stop her cuz her shoe's untied Oh miss, ma'am, excuse me, but it looks like your shoe's, your shoe's Yes bitch I know What the fuck I already know Use my laces to lasso you to Guangzhou Want me to drop right here and fucking stop traffic Is strangers tying shoes to you somehow pornographic Beep beepity-beep! Honk honkity-honk But y'all, my shoe's untied, I can't possibly walk Thanks to this kind stranger for letting me know 'Cuz I can't see past my own fuckin collarbone So I'm lookin up at him fuckin wanna just slaughta And he's lookin down at me like he's got the stigmata I hate this goddam muthafukin society Where doing fake-good deeds is somehow piety So here's how it ends, despite my desire to attack And no, y'all ain't gettin these past two minutes back Cuz this world is basic, this world is fake Gotta pretend like you're touched by a stranger's hot take And I know I'm a bitch, and I know it doesn't matter And the longer that I talk this only gets sadder But I am this extra, let the whole world know That there's no tiny little detail I won't stop and roast But I gotta move on, right? So at the end of the day, I just around and I say, John drumroll please Oh hey, thanks

Not gonna buy no food Not gonna give piano lessons Not gonna buy no food Not gonna give piano lessons Not gonna buy no food Not gonna give piano lessons Not gonna buy no food Not gonna give piano lessons Not gonna give Not gonna give Not gonna give Not gonna give Not gonna buy no food Not gonna buy no food Not gonna buy no food Not gonna buy no food Not gonna buy no food Not gonna buy no food Not gonna buy no food Not gonna buy no food No no no no, no no no No no no, no no no No no no no, no no no No, no no no no no no No no no no, no no no No no no, no no no No no no no no no no no No no no Too hetero, too fuckin' hetero Too hetero, too fuckin' hetero Too hetero, too fuckin' hetero Too hetero, too fuckin' hetero Not gonna buy no food Not gonna give piano lessons Not gonna buy no food Not gonna give piano lessons Not gonna buy no food Not gonna give piano lessons Not gonna buy no food Not gonna give piano lessons Not gonna buy no food No piano lesson Not gonna buy no food No piano lesson Not gonna buy no food No piano lesson Not gonna buy no food No piano lesson What am I doing tonight? Fuckin your bitch, that's what No no no no, no no no No no no, no no no No no no no, no no no No, no no no no no no No no no no, no no no No no no, no no no No no no no no no no no No no no Too hetero, too fuckin' hetero Too hetero, too fuckin' hetero Too hetero, too fuckin' hetero Too hetero, too fuckin' hetero No no no no no no no no No no no no no

Double bubble, double bubble, double bubble, pop Juicy fruit, juicy fruit, poppy pop pop Bazooka, bazooka, pop poppity pop Trident layers, uh bitch, pay up Bubble Yum, bubble yum, bubble yum, pop Extra, extra, read all about it, thots Double mint, double mint, chewy chewy pop Eclipse, eclipse, spit that shit out Bubble gum, bubble gum, bubble gum, yay Chompy chompy chompy chompy bitches got TMJ Tie my arms and legs together with Hubba Bubba bubble tape And ship me over to the baseball game Smack! Smack! Goes the bubble onto my teeth Gonna do that shit til' all I got are cavities Can I cop a piece? Fuck bitch, no please If you don't got that Bubbaloo then fucking leave Bubble gum, bubble gum, bubble gum Candy cane, candy cane, candy cane, lick Gonna crack open the piggy bank to get the good shit Pass me the piñata, I'ma take a fat hit Gonna chomp down on the gummy bears and never ever quit It's more of an addiction than a little candy crush Just livin' life on a muthafuckin' sugar rush Lining up my dollars, snorting that good pixie dust Whoo! That glucose make me bouta combust Bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble (I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh: But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue: no, Molly, thou art dust And food for--)

Blonde hair girl Vineyard Vines New white Jeep Vodka soda with limes Fresh off the boat From Naperville Got a sore back From bingin' One Tree Hill Got a tattoo of a treble clef On the back of my neck I traveled to Hawaii once And I'll never let you forget Ukelele white girl Gonna be big someday Singer-songwriter girl Movin' down to LA Got my dreams And my Vera Bradley shoulder bag Got daddy's wallet And my signature hashtag Blonde-ass bitch (like Barbie) iPhone 10 (good evening, bitch) Super fuckin woke (so woke) 'Cuz she has a faggy friend (she can say that 'cuz they're friends) She's got a message for you (for me? A message for me?) One you've never heard before (what is it?) Got a tattoo of Zebediah (who?) Chapter 4, verse 10 (it's pronounced, Zebaydiah) Just to let you know she's Christian (praise) While she's suckin' c*ck on the weekends Ukelele white girl Gonna be big someday Singer-songwriter girl Movin' down to LA Got my dreams And my Vera Bradley shoulder bag Got daddy's wallet And my signature hashtag Ukelele white girl Gonna be big someday Singer-songwriter girl Movin' down to LA Got my dreams And my Vera Bradley shoulder bag Got daddy's wallet And my signature hashtag Ukelele white Gonna big someday Singer girl Movin' down to LA Got my dreams And my Vera Bradley shoulder bag Got daddy's wallet And my signature hash Hashtag hashtag hashtag hashtag Ukelele white Gonna big someday Singer girl Movin' down to LA Got my dreams And my Vera Bradley shoulder bag Got daddy's wallet And my signature hashtag

Dies irae, dies illa Solvet saeculum in favilla teste David cum Sibylla Quantus tremor est futurus We are gathered here today to remember a woman; nay, a figure. We mourn Papa Molly's passing at the hands of the haters with a heavy, heavy heart. She was so young! So young, both in body and in soul. Friends, family, lovers of the groove, I present to you today Papa Molly's final will and testament, which the deceased requested to be presented in the form of a scalding hot jam. Well, without further ado, let's roll it

Hey everybody, Papa Molly here Talking to you from the grave, yep, I'm dead I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dirty dirty dead And it might be going to my head, but I thought I would tell you all about my shit Where it's gonna go and who is gonna get it So just sit back and take some notes cuz Newsflash, y'all are gonna be broke Broke broke broke, broke broke Y'all are gonna be broke Broke broke broke broke broke broke broke broke Y'all are gonna, gonna be broke My parents don't get shit, my sisters don't get shit None of you get any of my shit That's right, I'm keeping all of it, ha Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches Call me King Tut, call me King Tut Not giving my money to any of you guys Not gonna spend my riches on you little bitches You can make cash cuz you're still alive Catch me floatin' on the River Styx in my Perini Navi Chillin' in my pyramid like my girl Nefertari Send my regards to my family (family) Send my great love to my friends (friends) But I'm keeping my shit whether or not you all like it Rollin' like a baller in my grave, in my gold pit Dollars on dollars and cash upon cash Ain't leavin' this dumb world without any swag Dollars on dollars and cash upon cash upon cash upon cash Solvet saeculum in favilla I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm deady deady dead Why would I fuckin' care what's going on in your head, oh Dead dead, deaditty dead Dead dead dead dead dead, dead dead dead dead My parents don't get shit, my sisters don't get shit None of you get any of my shit What can I say, I still got ballin' to do Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches Call me King Tut, call me King Tut Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches Call me King Tut, call me King Tut Call me King Tut, call me King Tut Well, I think we've all learned a valuable lesson today. So, um, uh, go forth and be unto, oh whatever, you get it But she was going to give me her 24 pack of Roseart colored pencils Now now, child, as the Bible doth decree: for where your treasure is, your heart will lie also. Although, I was promised some certain light up Sketchers, postmortem. Well, that's about all there is to see here! Let's bury this motherfucker