[Verse 1]
This is a comedy song, but nobody's laughin'
This isn't funny, but I'll continue rappin'
I try to write my lyrics, but I seem to be trapped in
A politically correct box, not as I imagined
I hate these limits and restrictions with a passion
But I'm still rappin' here? I wonder how that happened
Fly like a dragon, I am never rappin' so fast, and you see [?] into the [?]
There is an assassin [?] passin', [?] go on that fast like medieval Latin
"But, I didn't understand that"
My lyrics will blow you away, so you should stand back
Millions in my brains, you could say that they are jam-packed
Can't move me out the way, like a sandbag, you ran that

[Chorus]
This is the random song
All of the words seem to get along
But when you think of how the story's progressed
It doesn't make any sеnse, yeah, this is messеd up
This is the random song
All of the words seem to get along
But when you think of how the story's progressed
It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up

[Verse 2]
Every one knows that I'll be the greatest, you famous, I'll make it and [?]
And if you are racist and hatin', mistaken, I take it you're listenin' to the wrong lyrics
My flow is contagious, [?] like the Plague, they don't wanna go near it
And all of my [?] gonna hear it
No one understood that, but your life wanna speak fast
I need that to fit into the song, but I should relax
'Cause I overreact when I see that something messes up
I just need to let it flow, like some of that Progressive stuff
That was a pun that was based on insurance
Let's move through this verse like we're surfing past the currents
I sure wish this wasn't too much of a disturbance
People rappin' at Menlo Park is such a strange occurrence
Yeah
[Chorus]
This is the random song
All of the words seem to get along
But when you think of how the story's progressed
It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up
This is the random song
All of the words seem to get along
But when you think of how the story's progressed
It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up

[Verse 3]
I'm pretty lazy, so it's time for me to step up
Mi siempre despierto, but I never get up
I met up with a fan a couple days ago
She said that her name was "Mom", maybe I'm not that famous, so
I should take a step back from the confidence
And people said that I'm 'dab' if I switch up the consonants
I'll take a second for you to get that
In your own [?] home, if a pigeon has trespassed
You can call the cops, just ask the Menlo police reports
Those are the furthest things from thug I've ever seen before
I've worked hard to write this and for this
So with, let's make our way into the greatest last chorus
Yeah

[Chorus]
This is the random song
All of the words seem to get along
But when you think of how the story's progressed
It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up
This is the random song
All of the words seem to get along
But when you think of how the story's progressed
It doesn't make any sense, yeah, this is messed up