Pickle - KYLE

Well, hey there Pickle dude, yeah, my little dude

There’s a lot of me that I see in you

You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere

When mother isn’t here, you’re always in my hair

You’re always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise

And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed

When you start screeching it can be a little scary

Sounds sorta like a cat that’s singing Mariah Carey (Uh)

Well who that?

Who that?

They already knew that

That’s the homie Pickle, I’m the one he throwing food at

Yep, you’re really good at throwing fits

And when it comes to potatoes it seems like you never miss

I get a plate to the face and some milk up in my eyeball

I swear you know how to use your bottle like a rifle

I know I’m not your dad and I have no problem with crap

But I’m a little concerned that Chief Keef is your idol

Every time someone plays «That's some stuff I don’t like»

You be like «Bang,"and I’m like «All right»

It’s really not the music for kids

But, um, here Pickle, let’s listen to Jaden Smith

Well, hey there Pickle dude, yeah, my little dude

There’s a lot of me that I see in you

You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere

When mother isn’t here, you’re always in my hair

You’re always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise

And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed

Yep, you can make me mad for a while

But when I see your face it’s impossible not to smile

Well, hey, yo mom, I know you’ve got your show on

But if you’ve got a kid, that kid is more than the Zohan

Little guy is crazy, I try not to get him angry

'Cause he foams at the mouth like he’s diagnosed with rabies

When dealing with Pickle, it’s all about survival

He’s a year and a half and he cusses more than I do

He’s all about this West West like Fievel

He keeps it so G and he doesn’t even try to

I remember when he took his first little steps

A week later he was runnin' out for cigarettes

I told him, look chill like what lab is the deal

Even though you’re evil, little buddy, I love you still

Yeah

Well, hey there Pickle dude, you’re my little dude

There’s a lot of me that I see in you

You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere

When mother isn’t here, you’re always in my hair

You’re always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise

And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed

Yep, you can make me mad for a while

But when I see your face it’s impossible not to smile

Yeah