Some Wörds

Verse 1

Ham's boastin'

Truly coastin'

Postin' rhymes closer, heavy for a front-loader

Dats watt I told her

Cold shoulder?

No sir

Steamroller mode wit a four-leaf clover

Stuck in the motor, I roll a fat bitch over

Throw flour'n'look foh' da wet spot

Wit friction' I'll make fuckin' any demolition' hot

Motorola in mah trench-coat

Throw dat bitch through drywall'n'yell

(FOUL BALL!)

Still get head in three bars in Moldova

Shout-out, Rosa, Sofia, Linova

Got y'all info saved on my Lenovo

Ham goin' postal

Keepin' the Home-made

Toaster-Cannon

In his holster, wat a wild roller-coaster

Verse 2

Mind on matter like John Bauer

Feelin' the urge to jump into the sour bathtub from the

Church-tower

Flexin' supreme air-power

(I can fly!)

Embroidered cape say

"HAM"

In Comic Sans

(I can die!)

Nah

Embroidery dunn in an

Half-hour in first gear

Life is not a pear,

Are you aware?

I swear, it's not fair

Pair of pears?

Prepared where?

Pear-shaped affair wit a spare folding chair

Somewhere downstairs, sit down cuck, you outta luck

Hams bought ya misses wit a buck

I slap once, I throw a diss once, and theys disappear

Verse 3

Y'all forgot forgot why I'm here

Fear my saviour complex

While screamin' dunn run wit scissors!

From my lawn chair wit ma slippers on

Scissor-kick?

Hip slipped

Shit

Ham ain't limber

Hope dis triggers da slitherin'wizards

Married to strippers

(Oh Mister Smithers)

You bicker, you mad, eat a

(Snickers)

Ham get sticky' fingahz

Goin' where I ought not go

Verse 4

Like

Richard Nixon? J.F.K.

S.R.K, does nawt play.

Will only go away after a POP!

Does beer needs ham,

Or does ham needs beer,

That is unclear

(Oh dear)

Peer-reviewed?

Beer reviewed

Five stars

Nice head from red

I meant foam, you weirdos.

Verse 5

Hams dope, Hams rich wit bars,

Hams got 'em words dat buy cars

Out-manuverin fuckas wit TARS

Ain't got no shoe-deal

But look at all these nice

Nike shit I get

Brick after brick, so slick wit dis shit

Rick after Rick, no one here writes like hams bits

Rick Owens

Stitchin' on oversized shit wen I drop a new hit

Black fit, Saks Fifth

Wörth more than the whip dat it's packed wit

Trunk filled wit bricks

Can't tell ya shit

(Zip)

Ham still broke tho' wenn it comes tax-season

Verse 6

Ghetto gourmet

Till I'm speakin' fluent

Finnish

"En minä... Saatana vittu"

Fuck

I don't speak Finnish

Finish?

Finnish?

Finish mah Guinness

Guinness Book witness

Six stupid things in six minutes

Seven if you count this

Verse 7

Alrighty, Tighty, Betty, allegretti,

Now you made me petty

It's Chef Boyardee

I'mma vomit on my sweater, guess what,

Moms spaghetti

Ed, Edd, 'n' Teddy (gotta dodge copyright)

Dis ham's drunk, dis ham unsteady

Broadway?

Wrong way

Long stay

Strong ale

BOOM, Get ready, steady, set'n'go

Left-over fetty Confetti, dis cute Brunetti ain't seein'

Rossetti stones

No moh'

Rosetta?

Rossetti?

Whatever

Gobble' up, gobble-up ya eager ant-eater

Ham deserve a pay-out bigger than

Bob See-ger

Outro

Now I gotta shove my head into the gas-heater

FUCK,

Gas debt due,

I guess I'll just go to the zoo: