Social Distance

[HOOK X2]
I don’t really need y’all
Cuz ya never really mattered to me, nah
And I don’t wanna see y’all
Cuz I don’t wanna get no disease, nah
Cuz if I get that disease, y’all
I’mma bring it home to my G-Ma
And if I bring it home to my G-Ma
Then I really don’t think she’ll breathe long

[BRIDGE]
Get the fuck out my face
I need my personal space
I ain’t down for embrace
No, not even a shake
Just stay away, if ya
Don’t do what I say, I’m
Hand sawin’ ya face (off)
Das on my grandmamma’s grave

[VERSE 1]
Nah, I’ve never been much of
A people person
So this social distance thing
Ain’t much of burden, yeah
Our fate is uncertain, but
Things’ll certainly worsen
If we resist our desertion’n
Don’t learn to be introverted
Doesn’t matter what you think
Cuz your opinion is worthless
Sir, dat bourbon ain’t workin’
You should be drinkin' detergent
And be fully immersed in, what
The fuck I’m assertin, cuz
I’m murkin’ the first person
Who avert my discernment, bitch
I’m the social surgeon general
So ya best listen up, just
Stay the fuck home, or I’m
Cuttin' the clitoris outta ya cunt
You can’t stop a pandemic’n
You can’t stop Cam from spittin'
Yeah, you can lock him up, but it
Ain’t gone stop a man from livin, cuz
A man could have a breakthrough
And make a great new invention
Or maybe have a break down’n
Fuckin' cum in a damn McChicken, who
Are you are you to stop a man from
Makin inventions and fuckin McChickens?
You just a bitch in yo abode
At a man-dated social distance

[HOOK X2]
I don’t really need y’all
Cuz ya never really mattered to me, nah
And I don’t wanna see y’all
Cuz I don’t wanna get no disease, nah
Cuz if I get that disease, y’all
I’mma bring it home to my mee-maw
And if I bring it home to my mee-maw
Then I really don’t think she’ll breathe long