[ Featuring DJ Meatman ]
Hey Chris, it's me, Emily How you doin' pal, a bit confused?
Drawing poop on paper, you have a diaper fetish, eww
I've been catfishing you, you ain't got
A clue Let's talk about your forehead, tic-tac-toe
Got craters in that shit, god damn bro Your IQ about three, just like a monkey go climb that god damn tree, ooh you big monkey
Look like an ape, with that big ass drape
On your forehead F*ck your glasses too, you look like a fool
I'ma punch you in the face and break that shit too
Yo, you thought you were getting somewhere, nah It was so far away, just like you getting a Montclair Talk about pears, you ain't never seen one in your life
Ay, ay, ay
We're hittin' you up like a caller ID
Manipulating and hitting you up like a flea Texting Emily, you were full of glee
Whilst we watched you build our pairs with pee
Me and my pal, me and my pal Me and my pal, me and my pal
Me and Jacko, we walk the street-o We're king of the world, gonna take over the
World Me and Jacko, I love Jacko
