Nauseous / Devilish - Vegyn, JPEGMAFIA

Yeah, yee

JPEG motherfuckin' MAFIA

(Look bitch, I’m nauseous, yeah)

You know it’s motherfuckin', JPEGMAFIA, know what I mean

(Look bitch, I’m nauseous, conscious)

It’s nasty

Son

Look bitch, I’m nauseous, I’m movin' cautious

I’m smokin' dope to clear my conscience, a fuckin' martian

Peggy, how you spit so awkward, the beat be barkin'

I’m peepin' Breakfast Club, like, «Damn, I wish I was a part»

At your crib, I’m at your job, I’m like a fuckin' stalker (Yeah)

Forty buck turn Steven Universe to Steven Hawking (Nasty)

I’m 'bout them commas, fuck your comments

I tote a llama (Brrat), in I-R-L you got no armor, I got no father (Nah)

Catch me at the harbor, these crackers harmless

You ain’t a shooter, bitch, that’s fuckin'-

Talkin' shit on Twitter, bitch, what you accomplish?

Nothin'

Like, why does that even make any sense?

Do you know what I mean?

Like, shit like that, there should be some sort of a rule

Unless there’s like, like, yeah, like, like, inability to consent, like,

contest that decision

Anybody should-

I mean, she’s not right, so

Do you know what I mean?

It’s not right

I’m good, I’m good, it’s just like, yeah