I smacked the fuck, outta Thomas Edison (Nyaw)
‘Cause he didn’t give me a job application (Nyaw)
That’s why I’m beefin’ with Thomas Edison (Nyaw)
‘Cause I really need that job application (Nyaw)
They hear my music, they say “You ain’t gon’ make it” (Nyaw)
You sound like you need a vacation (Nyaw)
They say “We can send my music in a spaceship” (Nyaw)
But fuck Thomas Edison
Y’know what it is, it’s real beef, ayy
I fuck with Thomas Edison, don’t- don’t cancel me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I wear a Pamper
I shit on myself, so they call me a Pamper
I just wanna prod, I be eating Jolly Ranchers
I be getting that cash like my name Michael Blackson
Niggas say I’m ugly, nigga, I ain’t Batman
Put the B in Batman, and I turn ‘em to Catman
I smacked the fuck, outta Thomas Edison (Nyaw)
‘Cause he didn’t give me a job application (Nyaw)
That’s why I’m beefin’ with Thomas Edison (Nyaw)
‘Cause I really need that job application (Nyaw)
They hear my music, they say “You ain’t gon’ make it” (Nyaw)
You sound like you need a vacation (Nyaw)
They say “We can send my music in a spaceship” (Nyaw)
But fuck Thomas Edison
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