"MY WORST (rebuke)" lyrics

(Surf Gang, bitch)
Huh, what we do for that purse for the numerate
Won't be me on that shirt, it'll be you in it
Huh, huh

What we do for that purse for the numerate
Won't be me on that shirt, it'll be you in it
I be geeked but alert I'm intuitive, huh, yeah
Couple G's of that where I'm communin' with
I've been keepin' my dirt who I do it with
You ain't leave me on earth you the stewardess
I keep thinkin' they workin' assuming shit
You know me gettin' nervous ain't new to this
On your feet I've been lurkin' I'm true to it
I'm a creep up in Kirk to get through to him
When his beef no disturbing my pseudonym
They ain't see me in person they Googlin'
Need a gleam when I purchase a tumourette
Set my feet on the curve or my crucifix
For a fee you could learn I be tutoring
From the east to the birds with the hooligans
From the east to the third like I'm moving up
On they team it be [?] recruiting them
Pay the T for the verse I ain't cool with 'em
Cook, yeah
Baby Jesus return and rebukin' 'em
Huh, yeah

What I did in my worst, I don't do again
What we do in the surgeon we movin' in
When it's lit, they be chirpin' and croonin' in
What to do when I'm nervous, no soothing it
They get slimy and [?] used to it, yeah, yeah
What I did in my worst, I don't do again
What we do in the surgeon we movin' in
When it's lit, they be chirpin' and croonin' in
What to do when I'm nervous, no soothing it
They be slimy and [?] used to it
What I did in my worst

(And everybody get out safe and sound, you know what I'm saying?)
(And you make people light up and they feel better, I love what I do)