(Yeah, uh) (Saturdays) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (EXO) Singsong on this side of dimensions I've got a big dong and an eye for adventure Hit six bongs 'til my high is dementia Flying and shit while you cry for attention Bad mother- shut your mouth Yeah I'm a bad mother- shut your mouth, uh Four twenty-one crows, none go south For the supper when a punk goes out, yeah (every day) Look at all this money, man Look at all these dollar signs It ain't hard to tell that I'm flawless by design Never catch me spitting polygonal rhymes Even I'm when I'm on that chronic, I spit chronic 'til you die Fuckin' vomit in your eye, no I'm never rapping gibberish Get more head than the bottom of an Aztec pyramid (Man, how you always brush 'em off like ashin' cigarettes?) Actin' different so I'm branded villainous Rav, uh Known for having ill intent Commonly described as odd but mad intelligent And that's legitimate You feeling it? I be feeling free Say whatever that I like Don't care if they disagree, nope! Singsong on this side of dimensions I've got a big dong and an eye for adventure Hit six bongs 'til my high is dementia Flying and shit while you cry for attention Bad mother- shut your mouth Yeah I'm a bad mother- shut your mouth, uh