Cool Super Cool Tree House Get a nunchuck, beat your brother up Do a cool stunt, pull a bunny hop Do a hard drug, bring another cup Tell them life sucks, go and fuck it up Rob a bank truck, get your money up If you are not down then you're probably not cool Ay, uh, I'm back with another handwritten pamphlet The sticky bandit, I steal your fans and the bandwidth The plan is, I want the bills, open up the till Before I put the tool to your head, but this is not a drill I wanna chill and eat a whopper meal, I sorta feel Below the water still, there's like a monster And it wants to kill you like an orca whale That's headed for your little pod of seals So it's the end when all you see is a fin like a foreign film So I'ma really need the cash payment The number's like a countdown on my bank statement I could rake in more green if I were landscaping The rap scene has already got my back aching I don't know if I can mansplain it Rap friends turned to God like he can save them Think it's cool to have something you can faith in Plus, a little tax haven is a fan favourite The flag waving, the trans hating, the mass raping The church a little backwards on the stance Gay men, the damnation, the translation I don't think I'm ready to be borne again like I'm Matt Damon Get a nunchuck, beat your brother up Do a cool stunt, pull a bunny hop Do a hard drug, bring another cup Tell them life sucks, go and fuck it up Rob a bank truck, get your money up If you are not down then you're probably not cool Full clip, no reload Pull up and I'm shooting at your house like B-roll Stuff a whole body in your couch like DeVito Broke up with the girl, lost about three kilo Well, more like 63 if you include the girl Now she moving out, ghost roaming through the house Tryna tune them out while I eat this tuna melt Almost threw the towel, wasn't really doing well Started feeling like the dark night, I don't mean the superhero With the bat up on the chest piece I mean, the chess piece, yeah, 'cause every single move's an "L" And they want you to fail and miss your shot Now they get to watch you bounce and move around like a Koopa shell I rock stars, got them calling out the cop cars Fuck bars, take your spirit through the shot glass On god, I'm a motherfucking monster I'm sorry, did my karma hit your dogma? I'll leave the church part sticking in your head like it's hot fuzz Funny, got a buzz now I'm off drugs Don't ever tell me what the odds are Dummy, see me clown, a broke punk, with the pen he wise—Quad bar Get a nunchuck, beat your brother up Do a cool stunt, pull a bunny hop Do a hard drug, bring another cup Tell them life sucks, go and fuck it up Rob a bank truck, get your money up If you are not down then you're probably not cool