[Lyric] THISISTHEWORSTSONGIVEEVERMADEANDITSABOUTASTROLOGY (MINIVAN HELSING)

Eyy
What the fuck
[Some kind of creepy child laughing. That’s the producer tag I think]
I’ve finally graduated into making music that isn’t only objectively bad, but doesn’t even sound fucking good
(Ey good for you buddy hahahahaha)
Eyy
I’m not like other girls
I’m a guy
(Aw)
What the fuck
(That’s fucking cute)
Ey
(uwu)
Do as much astrology as you fucking want who gives a fuck
I mean it’s stars
It’s more real than god
(Ahh)
Imma see the moon and shit before I’m gone
(Yuhh)
Point out religion if someone’s getting all snide
At least (I will seduce the pope) fucking astrology never caused a fucking genocide
(Bitch)
Get over here I’m tryna do unethical medical experiments
(Snip snip snip ahah)
Your skin’s so soft
I got a special knife for piercing it
Oh that’s a nice picture it’s going on my dartboard
I’m running from my feelings and they’ve got me doing parkour
It’s hardcore
Like doctor Phil I’m making fuckers fight
And that’s a thumbs down
So you gotta end his life
And that’s on fucking sight
(Bitch)
I curse a lot when I play games and rap
And then act like a chap
Straight outta the sand trap
[Unintelligible british]
Imma hit a fucking bastard with a nine iron
Now he’s in the drier
I lit a match wrong and now my nose hair’s on fire
I’m not a liar
[Screaming]
Holy shit my sense of smell is in pain
[Screaming]
This is actually the worst fucking song I’ve ever made

And it’s about astrology
I’m a Libra what the fuck does that mean
(What is it. What does it- what does this mean?)
Is it like a book cuz that’s what the Spanish would imply to me
Like blimey
(Whaa)
When I was young I wanted to mummify my family hamster
I feel like that prolly should’ve been some kind of red flag
(I need therapyyy)
Come and kill me that’s just one more dead fag
And that’s more or less legal in several countries
I’m constantly feeling jet lagged
Put your fucking head back
Choke on your own teeth
You want beef
I want your neck cracked
I’m not fucking homophobic I wanna kiss dudes
And girls too
(Just to- Just to be fucking clear)
And any number of gradations between those
I’ll stomp your fucking head
I mean it’s fucking lights out
I’ll make you doze
It might be over for you but who knows

I be in my basement
I’m going apeshit
I’m crazy fucked up
Off paint fumes
We’ve been remodeling
(Like all the time)
I lit the main fuse
Choke me like you
Fuck. No. What the fuck. No. That’s definitely not my song
(Corpse is a sexy motherfucker)

Catch me in the sticks
With the motherfucking sticks
I’ll hit you with my tractor
I’m not mister nice guy
I’ll kill you and eat you
Y’all chickens like a pot pie
I got twelve guns
One for each person in my town
(Ain’t that the truth)
Riding in my tractor only way I get around
(Bless his heart)
Okay what the fuck was that bruh
We’re going hick hop
Your shawty makes my dick hop
Your best friend makes my fucking
Okay
No
Fuck
Okay I swear to god we’re not doing dick talk I swear to god
(I swore an oath, once on a time)
Atheists be like ‘I swear to science’
(Ey I’m just talking for my fucking adlibs)
Why do jocky straight dudes act like they’re gay for each other
Like how did that ever fucking catch on
(Eyy)
Maybe I’m just mad they’re not acting like they’re gay for me
(Probably. That’s probably what it fucking is)
Hahah
Eyy
Yuh
Alright we’re doing a freestyle for however much left there is
Oh there’s not any left
Well that’s fucking good cuz I can’t freestyle for fucking shi-