DJ UNFUCKWITABLE AND A CROWD OF TEENAGERS WITH SEPTUM PIERCINGS MURDER A MAN IN COLD BLOOD!

Lyrics

[Skit: DJ UNFUCKWITABLE, Crowd, Felix] Hey, bitches Who you know the fuck it is You know what it— bullshit (Fuck yeah) Looks like we're hittin' 'bout the halfway point of the album (Yeah) Just checkin' in, you know? (No, fuck yeah) See how y'all are doin', how y'all are enjoyin' peak so far? (Oh, fuck yeah, babe, yeah) Oh, what's that? It bangs? (Yeah) Mhm, yeah, I know (Yes) It got you goin' stupid? (Yeah) Yeah, it better (I-I didn't like it that much) Let's help me get the picture– w-wait (W-what?) Hold up, I'ma hold up, hold the fuck up (What?) There's no way I heard what I think I just heard Well, i-it's lacking lyrical content (What?) What do you mean it's lacking lyrical content? I-I mean, BROKIE's dropped better things in the past Are you– are you serious? (Dude, come on) Yeah, I– uh, I don't think that– (Felix, are you serious?) The name of the album is SWAGGOT! (Come on) I mean, yeah, but like– (What?) My name is DJ UNFUCKWITABLE, look at the waveform (Dude, ew) I-I know it's fat, it's a big waveform What are we– you're lost, you're lost, buddy (It's a big waveform) It's a really big waveform No, but really look at the waveform, then like, really look at it I-it looks like a fridge, I know (It's chonchy, man) It's all blastin', all 808s Yeah, I know No smoothpoints, you expected there to be lyrical content? I mean, I– Are you— It's BROKIE You can't be deadass It's– You can't be serious Come on, come on There are some whitty bars, usually Everyone, just– boo this man, just boo him (Shut the fuck up) Get the fuck out of here I just wanted something lyrical like Tom MacDonald, and– Don't piss me off, ugh (Fuck Tom MacDonald, get the fuck out) (You need to leave) Anthony Fantano would give this album a six (Get out, get out) Ugh, anyway (Yeah, bitch) Now that that lame is out of here (Get out, pussy) Those of you that really want that get money music (Woo) Them swag city jams (Yeah) And that real shit (Yeah) Let's continue with the album (Have my babies) But, holy shit, I hate a lame Oh my god Talkin' 'bout some lyrical content, l-let's look at the waveform Look at the name of the album, n-name of the art– the-their name's ISSBROKIE Not Eminem, not Kendrick Lamar Oh my god, god, fuck this, fuck this–