text: Hi, welcome to Fuckey Foods. Umm, this lane is open if, if you need, if you to check out. Uhh, youre buying uh, donuts and a pack of Diet Pepsi? Sweet, okay makes sense
  In this fucking line at Ralphs buying granola bars
  Left my members card
  And now this shit gon have an extra charge
  This old bitch in front of me buying a color printer
  TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner
  So here I am at the store for some chips
  That Imma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
  And Im still high, so Im tryna dip
  But Imma cut through the line to get outta this bitch
  What the fuck, who the fucks this gay nigga in fake Gucci?
  Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus
  Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing?
  Nigga, fuck you, Im just eating Ruffles and gotta lotta stuff, fool
  So, why dont you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
  Dont make me shoot up this place with lightsabers and guns
  And shoot caps at kneecaps to make it harder to run
  And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun, ugh
  Nigga, Im a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half
  Look up at the aftermath, blow some fucking hash and laugh
  Im a fucking ninja and a jedi and Im from Compton
  Better pick a better option fore these Nikes get to stomping
  Chomping at your oxygen cords, you fat fake Kenan Thompson
  Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it poppin
  I bet you lock and drop it, faggot bitch, you aint from Compton
  Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppins, with the piece that Kel was rockin
  I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
  Ill hit you hooky like you skipping class, Lee would get the math
  Oh, really? Youre silly giving tip drills to Nelly
  Get them Ruffles no Lays cause Kiara might kill me
  Aw, fuck this! Im grabbing two kitchen knives
  And stabbing this Ice Cube look-a-like
  To show you a nigga with attitude
  Wait, I heard about you from that other nigga Earl
  How you traveled to Milan and now it only likes girls
  Ill roundhouse you into a fucking basket
  Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
  Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes
  And fill you up with shells, but youre used to eating tacos
  Oh, a Taco joke?
  Domo smoke, I heard your album
  Sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa poppa wrote
  Im insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the Charmin
  Never mind these messages, Monica her nigga arming
  Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him
  Red dot his forehead ‘cause Rileys into Hinduism
  And hipsters who happen to be your listeners
  Doobies roll your booty, ho, Alexis know the truthy, bro
  Oh, a Lexus? I drive all that around
  The western hemisphere like all of Kiaras exes
  And bet this, Im a mothafuckin monster
  Fuck talking, Ill stab you with this fucking rocket launcher
  When I cock the beam back, Im aiming for Supreme hats
  Go to Hell, I mean that, burn you like greenbacks
  You dont mean that, you faggot, Ill get your back
  And Ill snap it, and strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
  Fall, bitch, give me everything, Im taking all this
  And fleeing the scene on Rufus, my evil walrus, bitch
  Fuck you, Im out
  Im high as fuck and I didnt call for all this
  Imma get on my zombie shit, wait, heres my carcass
  Sir... sir... sir, in the green hat, sir. You... you... you have to pay for that. You have to, the Arizonas, you have to pay for those. I fucking hate this job... Fuck, clean up on aisle six