Bored Af

I will splatter y’all
Then scatter y’all
Then gather some cadaver dogs
Then search for your remains like a Neanderthal
I am as raw, dog
In my youth, I never cruised in no 2-door
But I was cooped up in my room playing broom swords
The new dork in town
My kinfolk said you only ten so it’s cool to fork around like utensils
(Nah mean like as long as you ain’t on no spoonin' shit though)
Pass me the knife I’m cocked doe
I be sippin' four lokos
With cuatro crazy Mexican vatos
I’m 'bout to, take a dos beef on you niggas
I be cooking them green eggs, Dr. Seuss couldn’t grill this
I’m in the, zone (what zone?)
The «z» one (I don’t get it)
You know, «zone» like «z one» nigga (ohhhh)
Shit got a little awkward here
'Cause when she let me touch her box I palmed her square
I’m bored as fuck wit' nuttin' to do (x4)
I’m in the crib doe
Wit' nuttin' to do
I need something to do
Why is a blunt in my shoe?
I’m bored as fuck wit' nuttin' to do (x2)
You’ll find me in a tent inattentive
Camping in the backyard with a fifth of Hendrick’s
Not Jimmy but the gin we sip to get inventive
And when I said that we the illest yet I really meant it
Yo my cohort been so bored we sat in silence for like four whole hours
Then four more (what?)
I’m feeling disconnected
Switch directions
We discontent so get the message
Finna kick it like I’m on the air with Billy Preston
And Willie Nelson
Who else did I forget to mention?
This shit be strictly for the birds
Tippi Hedren
Exempt from any intervention
I’m a living legend sippin' Henny in detention like I’m still a freshman
I often confuse the off button with snooze
Summon jumping Jehoshaphat
I’m doubly huge
Caught smuggling shrooms into public schools
A couple of fools with nothing to lose
Nuttin' to do neither
I’m bored as fuck wit' nuttin' to do (x4)
I’m in the crib doe
Wit' nuttin' to do
I need something to do
Why is a blunt in my shoe?
I’m bored as fuck wit' nuttin' to do (x2)
Yo apparently a mind is a terrible thing to lose
That’s why I been preparing to sing the blues
String you up like my acoustic guitar
Troubadour
I’ll bring the bud plus a few good cigars
Puff
It’s a piece of cake
Finna sneak away
My sneakers squeak but at least we didn’t leave a trace
And they be sleeping on the dynamic duo
Dreams of bypassing these gigantic school loans
Financial ruin
Fiscally irresponsible
Off course but of course I’m finna leap over obstacles
Nothing short of awful hot
Like a coffee pot
Shut the door, I’m not a player, I jerk off a lot
Keep sitting there taking the love for granted
We splittin' hairs, they splittin' fucking atoms
Teeth of a bear, face of a bunny rabbit
But it’s rabid with rabies and crazy as honey badger
Bored as fuck nothing to do
Uh, I’m bored as fuck nothing to do
And the crew bored as fuck nothing to do
Why is there a blunt in his shoe?