Released: December 23, 2013
Songwriter: Taco Hemingway
Producer: TenCent
[Intro]
Andy: I just didn't exepct the storm would last as long as it has
[Verse 1]
Oh
I'm genocidal on this 22, I'm Rwanda
I'm a dude both Hutus and Tutsis are not fond of
Lazy for days, work nights, Mary Jane Fonda
You're in a line-up doing lines, while I do the Conga
Want beef, burger flipper, get devoured like food
I'm a retarded evil genius, using powers for good
A sip of brew when I wake up, then a Xanax at noon
I'm on some Drizzy Drake shit, singing out of the blue
Means I sing in the rain
So goddamn it, Sam, play it, Frank, sing it again
When I was 17 I used to pour my seed down the drain
Creating sewage monsters, sorry Dufresne (My bad)
You'll never make it through the damn canal
See I'm the fucking Heisenberg, and you brats a Hal (Aha)
Your style is foul and a tad banal
I am a walking mystery, call me a femme fatale (Oh)
The good and evil in me cancel out
A rough gentleman, I come into a damsel's mouth
I'm dangerous like sitting down in Chris Hansen's house
The new thing on the radio, I'm throwing Lazlow out
I'm checking in, sipping gin, plenty brew and plenty doubt
I gotta finish cause it's 22, I'm checking out
I'm not a terrorist...
[Verse 2]
Gotta go back, man, fuck a convention
I vomit with all the stuff that you suckers mention
Yeah, yeah, typical message: "no enough attention"
Every rapper thinks he's Biggie, Slim, L, Hova and then some
Throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights
I do not like your God's work. I'll go to hell with pride
Don't understand me, not the motherfucking Mensa type?
Your gun's heavy? Well my pencil's light. End of fight
[Outro]
Go home, go home!
Go home, traitor! traitor! Go home
Go home, go home, Terrorist!, Go home you terrorist!
Go home, home
Go home!
Andy: I just didn't exepct the storm would last as long as it has
[Verse 1]
Oh
I'm genocidal on this 22, I'm Rwanda
I'm a dude both Hutus and Tutsis are not fond of
Lazy for days, work nights, Mary Jane Fonda
You're in a line-up doing lines, while I do the Conga
Want beef, burger flipper, get devoured like food
I'm a retarded evil genius, using powers for good
A sip of brew when I wake up, then a Xanax at noon
I'm on some Drizzy Drake shit, singing out of the blue
Means I sing in the rain
So goddamn it, Sam, play it, Frank, sing it again
When I was 17 I used to pour my seed down the drain
Creating sewage monsters, sorry Dufresne (My bad)
You'll never make it through the damn canal
See I'm the fucking Heisenberg, and you brats a Hal (Aha)
Your style is foul and a tad banal
I am a walking mystery, call me a femme fatale (Oh)
The good and evil in me cancel out
A rough gentleman, I come into a damsel's mouth
I'm dangerous like sitting down in Chris Hansen's house
The new thing on the radio, I'm throwing Lazlow out
I'm checking in, sipping gin, plenty brew and plenty doubt
I gotta finish cause it's 22, I'm checking out
I'm not a terrorist...
[Verse 2]
Gotta go back, man, fuck a convention
I vomit with all the stuff that you suckers mention
Yeah, yeah, typical message: "no enough attention"
Every rapper thinks he's Biggie, Slim, L, Hova and then some
Throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights
I do not like your God's work. I'll go to hell with pride
Don't understand me, not the motherfucking Mensa type?
Your gun's heavy? Well my pencil's light. End of fight
[Outro]
Go home, go home!
Go home, traitor! traitor! Go home
Go home, go home, Terrorist!, Go home you terrorist!
Go home, home
Go home!