Karaoké Whoa Whoa Whoa Watsky

I'm a phenomenon and I gotta bring pain in The Octagon

When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom

I get it quicker than the left lane on the Autobahn

Fast like Ramadan

Had to battle young padawans all the damn day

I'm gettin' naked and I'm hoppin' on a wreckin' ball

So hot I got the motherfucker à la flambé

I go to Miley's house

I see that Miley's home

Play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone

Yes that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed

And if I was highly hyphy

I might be more widely-known

C'est la vie

Better pay my fee

They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket

They get it in the Bay in a plain white tee

Hey mami

You a P.Y.T.

You wanna see me speak then I go, go, go, go, go, go

Every time I get a beat

I know I gotta beat it up

I bend it then I break it then I chop it then I eat it up

And PETA would never approve of the way I've been treatin' the music, I bleed it, I bruise it

I kick it to the curb and then

I'm sippin' on my bourbon

I be freakin' it, doin' it

Keepin' it movin'

I'm pickin' apart the muscle when I'm thinkin' about the hustle but I'm nice

Nice

I jump the freeway median

I'm savage 'cos my mode is that I'm meaner than the average

Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud

I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God

It could hurt a bit when I murder shit

In a moment I'll be takin' off a tourniquet

When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum

I don't even gotta enter but

I'm gonna win the tournament

That's what I'm all about

Do what I gotta do and never gonna pout

And I hope that it would've been the end of it and I'm out but they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt

Ever since I was a little kid

I know that I've been lookin' for the hot, hot spotlight

And if you really wonder what

I think about the competition they were not-not-not tight

I've been readin' my scripture

Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture

And you better bet

I'm livin' every single day like it's the motherfuckin'

Catalina Wine Mixer

Bada bing bada boom

When I walk in

I'm the king of the room

And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb

When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes

'Cos I'm back in the nick of time and attackin' the fickle mind

I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide

Imma tackle him, pick a fight

I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I'm out

Poof