Creep

[Intro] I got how to start this shit [Verse 1] Yo, straight out the dungeons of suburban streets I stay so deeply underground that no one’s heard of me Murder the competition just through my emergence Someone call a Goddamn ambulance, 'cause this an emergency A regular night for you, you’re piteous with girls 'Cause you’re hideous, inert, and just an idiot with words Like is the ‘Iliad’ an idiom, a pronoun or a verb? Just shut the fuck up, you’re makin' me seriously berserk I’m lyrically absurd, I’ve got a myriad of work These sluts think I’m a badass, miscreant alert I’ve got trillions of girls in their skimpy little skirts On my sofa at four in the morning, watching Phineas and Ferb [Interlude] Because I got records on my fingers and I just can't stop (Don't stop!) I can't stop, I got a platypus controlling me [Verse 2] So I’m out at Starbucks, and I’m feeling like a mocha cap' Now this blonde girl’s feeling me, so she approaches, and I turned her down, 'cause I already had my quota met She turns around all bummed out, and that’s when I notice that The girl is wearing yoga pants, like, fuck, she’s wearing yoga pants Changed my mind, yoga pants, I fucking love me yoga pants Took her home and instantly she showed her breasts and moaned for sex So I turned her over and fucked her on the sofa bed [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Look, when I say I have a lot of sex, well- I’m lyin' 'Cause when I fuck while standin' up, my legs get tired My ex doesn’t call back, she doesn’t text me either 'Cause when she asked me 'bout her cunt, I told her her best friend was tighter I’m notorious for inappropriately launching boners I dated this heartless chick, I’m glad I got to know her She took so much from me, now that’s all I get off to So I invite corpses over so I can be their organ donors I creep the corpses out of the morgue and free them I keep the corpus in a bucket list, I’m Morgan Freeman I fuck the corpulent ones first, and more than frequent My corporal narcolepsy tends to leave my mornings freakish [Instrumental Break] [Verse 4] I used to watch a lot of porn, so I lack dopamine So sexually, I’m darker than usual, like black Ovaltine I’m the kind of guy you’d never quite catch smokin' weed But jackin' off to horny horses fuckin' fatass roped-up teens And I’m not jokin', please, my sexual potency Is directly proportional to how gross my kind of porn can be Set a precedent, 'cause I spent time on redtube.com Call me Oedipus, 'cause now I'm only turned on by hot moms [Instrumental Break] [Verse 5] "You say 'bitch' and 'slut' so much, you start every line with 'em" Bitch, it’s not my fault that so many things tend to rhyme with 'em Critics say my lyrics are too sexually prompted, listen I talk about whatever, why the fuck do you have a problem with ‘em? I don’t give a shit whatever you’re fucking calling it It’s 'joke rap', 'nerdcore', 'hipster shit', it’s fucking all of it You’re false with it You try to vaguely generalize, but you’re totally fucking wrong with it’ Your mistakes make you seem like you’re nervous and tense I’m cleverly on a beat like I’m worth double the best Inhale deep, like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause slee— [Outro] Nah, man, honestly, man, I feel a little tired I'm gonna take a little power nap, but I'll- Wa- ca- give me a wake up call 'Cause I can't get up myself