Spex - Including yadda yadda... Fuck groupies, who needs a twelve-year-old fanbase Sticking to your half-assed texts like syrup to pancakes Fegon, get it, I'm tired of you Kalix-fuck fake hunks 'Cause I saw your face in a crowded place... and you're uglier than James Blunts! Making you face it like cumshots, I'm only hostile When I stick my dick down your throat and leave you cockeyed So, get at me while you can, 'cause when I spread my lyrics My brewed styles will start to sell more records than Guinness You're like OT, seven years of mishap whenever facing mirrors Get it? Kalix crew is sucking more acorns than squirrels! Switching person... You wrote a text, then posted eleven ups to people preaching What's up? Can't tolerate that no one wants to read you shit? Unique-styled shitface, go join the dickrace Leave the room and biscuit with your hands full of blisters And face filled with liquid, bitches, face my skills And crawl back to your huts like cocks placed in kilts To the rest of you Whoa-fucks, who I ain’t brawling with Just keep my name out of you're mouth and we can keep it the same bitch took me ten minutes to write, if you include the time I had to take a shit, eat, flap skin and make dinner... blow me