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watsky - g.o.a.t.(w.g.m.f.m.c.) lyrics

[intro: watsky & guy]
haha ha ha, that was funny man
that was funny?
yeah. so what’s the, uh, what’s the real track 4, though?
the real track?
yeah. that’s- you’re not actually gonna put that on the record though
yeah. that’s actually track number 4 on the record
watsky
i’m telling you man, it’s not a stretch. it’s possible to be funny and serious at the same time
y’know. poignant
watsky
yes?
you have to like, disrespect women and talk about clubs and sh-t, like, that’s really important nowadays. that’s what they want on the radio man
y’know, it’s a track about, y’know, juvenile epilepsy and i feel like it’ll be touching and-
see okay- you shouldn’t have gone anywhere past juvenile. think juvenile. you didn’t say b-tch one time in that record
no, but at the end of that, eh-
sprinkle it man. sprinkle some disrespect on it
sprinkle it?
sprinkle a little disrespect on it. there’s no disrespect on the record, it’s too nice
you need to have the big f-cking gl-sses, a funny hat, where’s your t-pain effect?
i want you to go back, go home, and write a better song with more b-tches, f-ck more peoples’… mothers. and sisters. and brothers. and grandmothers and sh-t
then come back here, and we’ll talk
lemme bounce with the beat for a second. no h0m-

[verse]
uhm, yeah. whoo !
get in bed like i’m at war
make your v-g-n- more than kinda sore
i’m hung like a dinosaur
sh-t your hymen tor
you’re busted
you never grew up like a toys r us kid
i’m well-adjusted like jock strap crutches
bang my old teachers while the preschool watches
met a slow girl, i was f-cking her fast
had some tight old p-ssy and got stuck in the pa-ssstttt
i molest old age, grab the best old babe, in a breast hold babe
is your chest cold babe?
are those b00bs your goosebumps?
hey sugar t-ts, can a pimp have two lumps?
measure my heart pr-ck, whatever the night
i use my d-ck as a yardstick to measure my height!
i’m healing myself, i have a hole in my pocket
and i’m feeling myself
i’m like wutang, your arts cookie cutter like a warhol soup can
the rapper who can destroy mere humans
f-ck your facelift, f-ck your played whip
i built a sp-ceship, to ride in while you’re crusing earth
lampooning all the aliens that emcee in the universe!
the ten best rappers is a list of me
i exist to be, the greatest rapper in history
built a time machine from flava’s clock and a saddle
taught plato to rap, then kicked his -ss in a battle
i’m the best rapper alive
that gets mistaken for michael cera everywhere he drives
f-ck michael cera
you weren’t so super bad
when i was writing and
you were running around rodeo yelling
“who’s your dad?”
uh!
man, f-ck this

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