[Ass to mouth, ass to mouth (x3)When I drop shit I'm all that you ask about] x2
Made a big splash on the gossip column
When I hit the rock bottom
In the street, spending electric bills
I'm dumb enough to try to reinvent the wheel
And it's volunteered
Just for the names on the blogosphere (?)
I'm finna give what you want to hear
Ohhhh, YEA
HMy outbursts set the bar high
Wildfires set with our supplies
Rotisserie'd and 
MRI'dThey keep taking shots like bar flies
And I return fire!
I return fire
I return fire
Aroused in the midst of a church choir
All the freaks in the seats need to get engaged (?)
So the intelligentsia acts barely drinking age
It sound like[Ass to mouth, ass to mouth (x3)When I drop shit I'm all that you ask about] x2
If you think 
I've eaten my fill, well you've heard wrong
My stomach's only filled with birdsong
My body's waste is like precious metal
So I walk around thinking 
I'm extra special
But i'm the 
Antichrist!
I'm the Antichrist
I'm the Antichrist
So what I say, it can't be blessed
They eat shit sandwiches at the discotheque
And they talk about me to keep their whistles wet