GREYISDEAD - i think i might be a superhero... Lyrics

Wake up, pop up like an ollie
Out of bed and pop a molly
These hoes plastic, be like dolly
I be parting from bad quality
Golly jee, I'm a prick, pardon me
Dissect a hoe, biology
Don't tick me off or copy me
Or I'll join Scientology
Live under rock mineralogy
Flick Bic then light a holy tree
Loud mouth bitch, dog of Johnny T
I'll take some blood pathology

Oh me, oh my, think I'm that guy
Fo-fum-fee-fi, beretta fly
Peter piped peppers
Was it Heather?
Maybe Greta
Gave moms keta
Mean is what my flows is
Cup full of water like a blowfish
Hocus pocus, can't afford to focus
Dick brown, long like Toblerone is
Black and long how I like coffee
Toffee, chew tobacco, topsy-turvey
My bitch curvy, very flirty
I'm a wacko, no barrack Obama
Spitting wisdom, Dahli Llama
Bought an uzi, named it karma
Call me daddy I'm your father

Toddler beat me at some basketball
Beat it to death, fist cracked the wall
Turns out I got that superstrength
Took activis then acted poor
My dealers' own supplier
Standing taller than mike myers
I go missing William Byers
Please don't put up any fliers
Can't be hired, I can't land a job
Let's get wicked like Maximoff
That bitch took my pyjamas off
In my sleep, tried to jack me off

My lyrics is appalling I might go and pop a xanax
Ate some carrots but I still can't see why you is apathetic
I'm embarrassed to say this but I got questions for the man upstairs
Why the cab gon' wait for me and then gon charge a waiting fare?
And why the f*ck did you let people invent f*cking underwear?
Walked up into Walgreens like why the f*ck ain't the walls green
I'm sipping espresso coffee
And open the door so softly
To find a dog on a noose
Sitting up in my Christmas stocking
Cut loose and then sip the juice
In the next room is several bodies
So yeah I maybe catch felonies
But please man don't go tell on me
Cause I'm a free man, keep the peace
Can you cancel my therapy?

Cause I'm the one with notebooks, writing down the thoughts in head
Wrap em dead, wrap your thoughts up in my f*cking bedspread
So when the time is right, quarter past five, and yes that's in the am
I'll wallow in your depression, mine's all gone because I ate it
I'm the seven you the nine,
I'm so crucial, I am prime
I'll leave a ska oh-so sublime
All of my bars so intertwined
In facile fashion, spit all 7-3-0
I'm a 10 but I think we know
First to spit like this Grey primo
They all wan' f*ck, Grey Devito
Can't hear my tones, Grey Moreno
John, Paul, Ringo, Grey the Beatles
Ruling like Kim, Grey Supremo
To conclude, I might be a superhero