"Bottom Row" lyrics

I guess this shit's all crock go Dundee
Married with children, go Bundy
Someone gas me up go Cumbies
Someone gas me up go Cumbies
Fuck you I know you don't love me
Fuck you I know you don't love me
Slug said a god loves ugly
There ain't no god up above me
Used to give a, fuck
Built it all from, scratch
Cause I had the Spizzy Itch
Now my heart is, black
But I guess that's just a segue (right)
Fuck her and film it like Ray J (high up)
Shop at Cabelas for vacay (Spizzy)
Gotta check on me like payday (ah)
In the yard playing with mini-me (ay)
Brain is infested with centipedes (ay)
House is on fire no chimney (ay)
Made a big mess out of little-me (ay)
Boutta get the boot, go Italy
Guess I dropped the ball go little league
Right in plain sight but I didn't see
It's lit, I'm my own worst enemy

Oh, no
Where do I go?
Now that I fell out the bottom row
Oh, no
Who will I be?
Now that I don't have you here with me

I don't really want no new girl
Paranoid, I might need two girls
Takin' all the pills go Juice World
Takin' all the pills go Juice World
I can't believe what you're tellin' me
Shouldn't've bought what you're selling me
Not even smoking the celery
I wanna go do a felony
Still ain't gotten no homies
With you I'm so lonely
I don't even know me
Shake you while you blow me
You're about to choke
I'm about to crack
Shit is all a joke
Really had to laugh
I feel like I've been on acid
Shakespeare tragedy, classic
Now I've got anxious attachment
Everything feels so plastic
Lookin' for hope, lookin' for you
What did I find?
Killin' me slow
What should I do
Helluva time

Sad boy squad!