Please, I need some likes, so I can be alright. I'm like Jesus Christ, the way I'm a beam of light. Check the algorithm, never smoke less than an ounce fore spittin'. I'm like a newfound Christian, hound you till you're down to listen (our savior). My timeline’s full of death clips and catastrophes. I guess that's what I asked to see, no respite from the blasphemy. Mark Zuckerberg is a fuckin' nerd. Jeff Bezos is out in space shootin' Jewish lasers at QAnon fakes, straight at fuckin' earth (okay…). I only follow if titties are bouncin'. I'm here for all the weird shit that comes out these idiots' mouths, it's nice. Soon as my eyes open I find my device. It's how I know I'm alive; without it, I know I won’t survive. Put my grief out, like I was pullin' teeth out. If only y’all could see how I'm eatin' now, I'm sleepin' now. Look at me, now I'm awake, like I'm a cheesy clown. Without it I can't fake like it's all great, like eatin' the meat of a cow. Please, I need some likes, so I can be alright. Man, I could freeze this mic, like I was breathin' ice. The market's flooded with artists that's hard to stomach. No heart and they're carpet munchin', low bar when your target's runnin'. So I resigned, got back online, started postin' this shit. Right away I started playin', I like to poke in the ribs (heh heh). That's how it goes down, yo, I know how it is. Tried to throw down with the cops, got thrown out where I lived (get the fuck out). Talked to chicks online, now I got thousands of kids. Hey cute, would you like to go out for some shrimp? Loudmouth, wouldn’t go out without poundin' a fifth. Now gimme my Facebook, let's see if I'm proud of my wit (fuck u, fuck u, fuck u). It's like Ready Player One. Get ready, player, to start upsetting haters and some bums. Shit, I'm watchin' chick who's sexy wit' a stump. I love the web, like heroin or ecstasy, it's a drug.