text: Hey, no ins and outs
  You come out, your shit is gone, bitch
  Goin back to Tangier with some Jordans and a spear
  Post-Christian shit, post-chicken-or-the-egg-addiction shit
  Pass the sherm stick, Neo-reality
  Be the freak you wanna see, just dont follow me
  Im on a journey to the center of three
  Grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane
  While everybodys like 
  I got this pregnant snake; stay surrounded by long hairs
  A plethora of maniacs and spiral stairs
  Make your water break in the Apple Store
  Sink or swim, who fucking cares, cut the birth cords
  Press send, yeah, thick
  Gaga cant handle this shit, headed for the Sammy Davis wing
  Throw up a black hole at the entrance of Linens-n-Things
  On the way, never call it a day
  Visit Teslas grave for the ninth time today
  Still on the way, bigger wigs
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  When you come out, your shit is gone 
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  Youll catch a jpeg to the head, über reach
  Youre an intern, Im Wikileaks
  Most loved, therefore most hated
  Come and knock on the door, weve been waiting for you
  Game changer, reclusive-aggressive
  Ying-ing and yang-ing, noided
  Info warrior, Jack the Hacker
  The rolling stoner, puffin on disaster
  My existence is a momentary lapse of reason
  Got the DNA of gothic lemons
  Shred it thirteen times out of eleven
  Your bad ideas are the ATM, shed my skin
  Leave it for the homeless to sleep in
  Prodigal, fuck that, nautical
  Teachin bitches how to swim 
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  Teachin bitches how to swim
  Teachin bitches how to swim 
  Teachin bitches how to swim
  Teachin bitches how to swim
  Now backstroke, through your k-hole
  Dont run, you might slip
  The tables flipped, now we got all the coconuts, bitch
  Burmese babies under each arm
  Screaming beautiful songs
  The cray-cray ultra-contrarian
  Havin conversations with your car alarm
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  Soon your crew will be serving sandwiches named after me
  Vietnamese style, fool, please
  Front row at the mass games, untraceable by name
  You speak of us in certain circles, you will be dethroned or detained
  Gone, gone
  Your shit is gone, gone
  When you come out, your shit is gone
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  Im in your area, Im in your area
  I know the first three numbers, Im in—
  I know the first three numbers