text: Yeah
  How you doing today?
  Yeah
  Yeah
  Ace the Creator, man
  Look
  Casey Veggies
  Odd Future, look
  Look
  Hello, the hype is so mellow
  Bitch Im dope but my pipe is so yellow
  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and its pink on the title
  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, Im my own idol and
  If you cant face it my nigga, you can ass it
  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets
  Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
  Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses
  I suffer from ADHD
  I should win a fucking award for being me
  Beat banging the tom-toms
  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons
  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender
  Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender
  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts
  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off
  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off
  Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off
  Step two: run to your radio, turn this shit off
  Nigga didnt bother, so my father didnt help
  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me
  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts
  Ace, the Creator, man
  Casey Veggies, yo
  Odd Future, nigga
  Get used to it
  Hey, I’m gonna slow it down real quick for you
  Im so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan
  Im your favorite rapper, fan, its an honor to shake my hand
  On award tour, on excursions, Im a virgin of swap meets
  Im so pure, so sick its no cure
  Im dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?
  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme
  Yeah
  We gotta speed it up, cuz we tryna to get to the mall
  Trevor Ben in on the boards, brandUn DeShay
  Right here for y’all
  It’s what I do, don’t get it misconstrued
  One half of ArKade
  Step your game up, weight up
  It’s the mixtape extraordinaire
  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared
  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V
  And plus A-C-E
  The Creator
  Y’all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators
  If you could, you’d hate on yourself, master haters
  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel
  Yall always come with chicken like Kung Pao
  Im always off the top like Kung Lao
  I had to let it bang like gun pow-der
  Or Kid Sister
  Yall really gonna miss him when Im gone
  If I ever exit
  I feel like I come with bien dick 
  Like eggs and Im Arnold, you traitors, yall haters
  Youre so flagrant with your foul behavior
  Dr. DeShay, you can dial the pager
  The irony is Im so sick I need cough syrup
  If yall aint catch it, just rewind like a ERRUP
  I am the purest since blue magic
  I am legend and I do classics
  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them
  Okay, you’re a goon, but what’s a goon to a goblin?
  Okay, what’s a goblin to a monster? Okay, what’s a monster to a beast?
  A monster-beast
  And that’s me because I make monster beats
  I do a show and left your block looking like Contra streets
  Oh, turn the volume up
  You still talking that Mass & volume stuff
  It aint a test to me
  Yall niggas aint even heard the best of me
  Got you going like ecstasy
  Uh, yeah
  Its Case-eezy and it aint easy being me-eezy
  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy
  And oh yeah, the Weezy
  Left me right where, where you leave me
  I got it all, its no need to tease me
  Im coming in the game, you niggas aint even see me
  Told you my lines and you didnt even believe me
  And Im a book come and read me
  Im blood, come bleed me
  Slip straight to 90s, get off of my sleezy
  Yeah, because the haters always acting up
  And Im attacking ya, never back it up
  First song get oh boyd
  Now all the girls like Oh boy, oh boy
  And I dont wanna hear that weak shit no more
  And Im coming to a store near you
  Nigga why would I fear you?
  You cant tell me nothing, I didnt hear you
  Im riding from night til the next day
  Maybe balling spent 50 on the coat sway, no way
  Its only one way up so I aint going down
  They around know Im around when I come around
  Yung Joc because its going down
  From and first to Supreme
  All these niggas know the kid stay clean
  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?
  So I can change into it
  Rap with me, I was into it
  Ima get signed cause Ye can do it
  The moment I put the pen to the paper
  Ima keep moving, going through and through it
  Weatherman, 3,000 
  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly
  Aint no nigga stopping he
   kid, nigga what you supposed to be
  Bubbly flows and that Im toastin he
   in the ground, yeah Im growin 
  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep
  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep
   just creep creep
  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something
  Yeah, Ima lay low, my time will come
  Keep writing til my hands is numb
  Vegas trips those times was fun
  Why compete when its already won
  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son
  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun
  Shes so bomb, I call her a bad one
  See Casey Gucci killer figure
   SBs and Nike Maxes…
  Theres only one beer left
  Rappers screaming all in our ears like were deaf
  Tempt me, do a number on the label
  Eat up all they MCs and drink em under the table
  Like, Its on me. Put it on my tab kid.
  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it
  Youre leaving on your face, forfeit
  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
  Told him tell her they stole it - he told her he lost it
  She told him, Get off it, and a bunch of other more shit
  Getting money, DTs be getting no new leads
  Its like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
  Its the weed, give me some of what hes drooping off
  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
  They group been soft
  First hour at the open bar and theyre trooping off
  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
  She asked him autograph her derriere, read
  “To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd
  Love, Villain.” Take pride in code words
  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
  No hes not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel
  They call the super when they need their back... uhh... plumbing fixed
  How there only one left? The pack comes in six!
  Whatever happened to two and three?
  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
  Like, What you doing G?
  Dont make me have to get cutting like truancy
  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!
  Looser than a pair of Adidas
  I hope you brought your spare tweeters
  MCs sound like cheerleaders
  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin
  He do it for the smelly hubbies
  Seeds know what time it is like its time for Tellie Tubbies
  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded helmet
  He plots shows like robberies
  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please
  Run the cash and you wont get a wet sweatshirt
  The mic is the shotty: nobody move, nobody get hurt
  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war
  He came in the door, and Everybody on the floor!
  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
  There, it is done. Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed, all of the worlds leaders on earth are under my control. And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM, shall be voted master of the world. My plan is foolproof, but just in case…