Can't believe anyone really thought I'd quit Cuz I didn't say "April Fool's" and shit I'll be makin music up until I die So you can wipe them tears right out ya eyes Done started too much to give up now And so I won't, no way, no how People think I'm a quitter, and that ain't right For real man, tha fuck I look like? Sharin my last song was a tough decision Cuz it sounds like I'm droppin' out tha nerdcore division Left you wishin for mo', Wait 'til you see what's in sto' Cuz soon enough you'll get what you're achin' fo' I'll finally finish that album, soon as I get them verses No early release, even with pleas well worded Cuz I'll never get tired of sayin' Jollimus And tha bar after that endin with bottomless Cuz I'm a prominent hominid, cognizant of my dominance See, I'm onymous in this and I'm brimming with confidence I've pocketed documents to fulfill a hypothesis As a consequence, I rap tha opposite of incompetence Send you out on reconnaissance in a gleaming metropolis Paint a picture of tha Death Star firin' on Romulus Positive I'm not vomitous, I can bring you to somnlonence And above all else remember that I make no promises Can't believe anyone really thought I'd quit Cuz I didn't say "April Fool's" and shit I'll be makin music up until I die So you can wipe them tears right out ya eyes Done started too much to give up now And so I won't, no way, no how People think I'm a quitter, and that ain't right For real man, tha fuck I look like? Course I'm making new music, shouldn't doubt that a bit If you know about Jolli & Friends Cover Tha Hits Cuz that project dwarfs all the others I've started And I'm serious about it, won't do it halfhearted O'er a thousand songs to cover, almost 58 years Gettin friends to help, that should give 'em some cheer Of course I'll cover tha Creed and tha Nickelback So someone else do Macarena, cuz I don't wanna I don't gotta be terse, feels like I'm rappin' in cursive I don't care what Rappy said, I won't curse in these verses I'll do it in the chorus, cuz that ain't any worse Than stumblin' on a track that you didn't rehearse Hello Kitty purse, hanging on my arm I don't care what you think, I do what I want If I feel like rhyming want with want, I'll do it, I will You'll call me on it, but you're listening still Can't believe anyone really thought I'd quit Cuz I didn't say "April Fool's" and shit I'll be makin music up until I die So you can wipe them tears right out ya eyes Done started too much to give up now And so I won't, no way, no how People think I'm a quitter, and that ain't right For real man, tha fuck I look like? Now here's the part where I make nerdy references Except I don't wanna, so pfffft I do that enough, and I'm kinda bored Amidst all you nerds, I got tha smallest core Cuz a nerdcore is tha center of every nerd Like tha tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop, ya heard? Mr. Turtle always bit to get into the center And Mr. Owl is a jerk, this you gotta remember So he got glasses and a mortarboard, that don't make him smart And he stays up in a tree, loomin' over you hard Like Yertle tha Turtle, but in a creepier way And without making all his subjects slaves He's not all fancy and fine like Gertrude McFuzz He don't got feathers aplenty, he ain't causin a buzz He didn't have the greatest hat to give to the king And he never saw a thing on Mulberry Street Can't believe anyone really thought I'd quit Cuz I didn't say "April Fool's" and shit I'll be makin music up until I die So you can wipe them tears right out ya eyes Done started too much to give up now And so I won't, no way, no how People think I'm a quitter, and that ain't right For real man, tha fuck I look like?

Nah... Nah nigga, you just... Seen a sexy white girl with some off colored hair And you think to yourself "Damn, she look good over there" You wanna try to get wit her ova tha weekend You think you smooth. Nah nigga, you just geekin You tryna save the world from a tower buildin' madman Witcha AI girlfriend, and your powers like an admin You roll up to tha tower lookin to beat Anti You think you Alpha Riff. Nah nigga, you just high From Kokiri Forest, Great Deku Tree bound Wit a sword and shield, you stand your ground Fightin octoroks and tektites 'til you're numb Tryna save tha princess and fuck her dumb Smashin pots, grabbin rupees, mowin tha lawn Beat Ganondorf so bad, he'll know you're tha one Savin Hyrule, Earnin' tha triforce You think you Link. Nah nigga, you just a dork Ya bones be creakin when tha weather cold And you think you sick. Nah nigga, you just old. Got excited cuz you found twenty dollars on tha floor And you think you lucky. Nah nigga, you just poor Ladies love ta diss you, but they quick to wanna fuck me You think it's magic. Nah nigga, you just ugly I did my best to make this shit all inclusive You think this song about you. Nah nigga, you just stupid. You barely put in effort as you go through life Droppin basic rhymes, end ya next bar with strife Watchin others put in work, then you take all tha credit You think you fly. Nah nigga, you just pathetic Tellin people through song that you got a cooter And how even tho you got one, you can still computer You love Old Bay almost as much as Jollimus do You think you Twill. Nah nigga, you just a fool Orphaned as a baby and sent down to earth Did miraculous things that only proved your worth Made a rich kid bald and now he's evil (Lex Luthor) In a single bound, leapt the world's highest steeple Shot a tiny you right outta ya fingertips (stupid superpowers) Kept your ID secret for years from that reporter chick When you fly real high, you get confused for a bird You think you Superman. Nah nigga, you just a nerd Ya bones be creakin when tha weather cold And you think you sick. Nah nigga, you just old. Got excited cuz you found twenty dollars on tha floor And you think you lucky. Nah nigga, you just poor Ladies love ta diss you, but they quick to wanna fuck me You think it's magic. Nah nigga, you just ugly I did my best to make this shit all inclusive You think this song about you. Nah nigga, you just stupid. Logitech Versace holodeck vajazzle buttholes Claim your dick's like meth, leaving mouths dry and lips broke Rapping bout dino bj's and fuckin tha rain You think you lavos. Nah nigga, you just insane Tha nerdcore Seth Rogen, verses all finished soon Pulled a gun on a bird cuz it was in ya bathroom Swear you're an avid drinker, not an alcoholic You think you Yugen. Nah nigga, you just hyperbolic Sittin in a kitchen recordin ya raps Window to your right, computer at ya feet Haven't really cleaned ya space in a couple a years Gettin hungry, so "It's pizza time bitches" Too often rhymin ya name with bottomless Even when they ain't, ya tracks be about white girls Enjoy writing verses without bars that rhyme You think you Jollimus. Nah nigga, you just a bum Ya bones be creakin when tha weather cold And you think you sick. Nah nigga, you just old. Got excited cuz you found twenty dollars on tha floor And you think you lucky. Nah nigga, you just poor Ladies love ta diss you, but they quick to wanna fuck me You think it's magic. Nah nigga, you just ugly I did my best to make this shit all inclusive You think this song about you. Nah nigga, you just stupid. Barely makin deadlines that you set for yourself Actin like your tracks will bring you all the fame and wealth Instead of money, drugs, cars, hos, and bling You rap about robots and power rings So your friends say they like it. Why should I care? Will it help me in life? Will it grow you some hair? It surely won't prepare you for what's in store Think you a good rapper. Nah nigga, you just nerdcore

I don't got any ideas about what to write So I'll just throw some words here, basic rhymes, alright? Sittin at my computer tryna understand How tha Last JolliSound could make you panic, fam Y'all know me, it takes forever just to write a verse Cuz I rewrite three times, cuz I'm tha fuckin worst Who could forget Nerdcore Covers: The Tits Cuz it took two years and still sounds like shit Two years just to cover a dozen songs Hundreds of takes and it still sounds wrong And then tha cookie monstrosity was a labor of hate And I lazed around on it cuz I'm like, it could wait Finished recording it at tha Last Nerdapalooza Got no regrets, cuz it's got inspired tunes I fucked up on Neals Feels, but I VPC'd right Now fuck off, I'mma disappear into tha night Ess Tee You Pee Eye Dee That's how this shit feels to me I write about shit I know, and it sounds great But I don't listen to my music, so whatever Sometimes I write about shit I don't rep or relate to Someone told me I shouldn't, but who cares about that dude? Ish1da called him a cunt, I told him off in song And then I fuckin moved on I'mma go outta order, changin habits, man Second verse is usually tha one I write last It helps me care enough to fill a three verse beat And I don't care enough now to make this rhyme That empty bar? It was full of my apathy. And I don't give a fuck if you expect more outta me Cuz I'm Jollimus, and I do what I want Write a song that's all bars from random nerdcore songs? Rhyme ass with ass to move things along? Use a rhyme dictionary to ensure the right words? End a verse by sayin nigga twenty three times? Write an April Fool's song but make it sound real And convince y'all I'm done, it ain't a big deal Plus, the name of my very very last song is These faggots ain't nothin but niggery faggots (to my bitches) Ess Tee You Pee Eye Dee That's how nerdcore feels to me I write about shit I know, and it sounds great But I don't listen to my music, so whatever Sometimes I write about shit I don't rep or relate to Someone told me I shouldn't, but who cares about that dude? Ish1da called him a cunt, I told him off in song And then I fuckin moved on

Yo it's Jollimus, I'm rockin this, so put it in your ears A populace, autonomous, and flowin through tha years Shoved in your esophagus, You're chokin on tha beat I'd rather stay monogamous, but I can be discreet I hope you're not idolatrous, cuz that can be a pain I'll show you a necropolis the next time that it rains For you, I'd be a sodomist, I mean, if that's your thing And you can pick the orifice tha next time that we bang Don't think that you sly girl, you know you drive me crazy You are all the downsides to choosing to be lazy I mean, if I stay idle, I can't be next to you Or participate in any of the things you wanna do So I'm gettin up, I'm goin out, I'm choosin to be active I'll do my best not to be tha cause of all your sadness So Holla @ Some Jollimus, and don't act all surprised When I disappear at night, cuz I'm livin in your eyes Even tho white girls are my preferred mates I won't turn you down just because of ya race I guess that what I'm tryna say's Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face Even tho white girls are my preferred mates I won't turn you down just because of ya race I guess that what I'm tryna say's Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face Some days I shouldn't be allowed to write songs Cuz I fill 'em up with bars that are just plain wrong Like the hook I just dropped, that shit's kinda weird But let's be real, it's whathever tho I mean, sure, I coulda picked a less creepy way To say I wanna make out with you all day But I'm Jollimus, and weirdness is what I'm about So can we osculate or would you just prefer to pout? If you don't want to, I won't press the subject But please let me know if I've earned your love yet Cuz if not, you just gotta tell me what to do And if it's feasible, I'll do what you want me to I'm just sayin girl, gotta respect my limits Cuz I respect yours and no, these ain't just clever lyrics I ain't a bigot or a bigamist, get that outcha mind Love to watch you go, cuz damn that ass is fine Even tho white girls are my preferred mates I won't turn you down just because of ya race I guess that what I'm tryna say's Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face Even tho white girls are my preferred mates I won't turn you down just because of ya race I guess that what I'm tryna say's Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face Makin love wit ya face is my new saying Cuz normal shit can't express what I'm displaying Or maybe it can and I'm bein inane But you're beautiful as fuck and you got a good brain People lookin at ya style and wanna be like you And you always look like you know what to do You excelled your way through college, you won big on Jeopardy! And now I'm wonderin if I'm good enough for thee I'm just a simple black man who does his rappin in a kitchen And shares his songs with anybody who will listen I doubt my simple rhymes will ever matter, see? But at least I can use them for some flattery When I look at you, I see the brightest stars up in the skies Have been replaced by that twinkle in ya eyes Smile or frown, sneer or scowl, you are beautiful I just hope that in your heart, you'll find me suitable Even tho white girls are my preferred mates I won't turn you down just because of ya race I guess that what I'm tryna say's Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face Even tho white girls are my preferred mates I won't turn you down just because of ya race I guess that what I'm tryna say's Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face

Tape dispenser on tha floor, walkin stick next to tha door Bottlecap goblet is full, but I'mma add one more Got three cups upon my table, one disposable, two not And a tiny little fan for when I'm getting hot There's a hunnit dollar bill, but it isn't mine to spend So remind me once again why it's in my possession There's four speakers I can see, and two are portable And tha microphone I use for my recordin, yo A 3-hole punch and stapler, different kinds of paper An x-acto blade kit so I have some for later Seven tiny Whiskeys, four are Old No. 7 Can of Old Bay to make things taste like heaven Headphones I barely use, q-tips and lotion too A depleted roll of painters tape, yeah, the kind that's blue There's six or seven SmarTrips, but only one that's mine And it's the only way for me to travel on my dime Well I came up with a plan, and it started off real great Then I realized I had too many tracks upon my plate Sure, one was already written, but it hasn't been three days And I'm quickly running out of different things to say But no one minds because I'm Jollimus, and I am loveable Gonna rhyme that one with bottomless and then get comfortable Now I'm gonna eat some pizza, then I'll rest a little bit And get this done without it bein all ugly and shit Six things you could call "battery", a thing of IcyHot Which is right next to the modem, it's the only one I got The router rests atop a tiny piece of furniture Found in a box from craigslist, it was worth tha journey thurr One marker that's in front of me, and twenty-some behind Two Nationals' bobbleheads, and five things that tell the time There's a tensy weensy funnel, and a binder clip And a pair of black scissors for when I need to snip I see two pairs of glasses, one 18" ruler And looking down towards my feet, I see my computer Holy fuck you guys, there's a bottle of bubbles And if I blow them inside, I won't get in trouble On my windowsill, there's a fish thing made of glass And in a drawer behind me, there's some pictures of ass There's a VCR there too, but y'all all knew that And I'm almost certain in this room I have a hat Well I came up with a plan, and it started off real great Then I realized I had too many tracks upon my plate Sure, one was already written, but it hasn't been three days And I'm quickly running out of different things to say But no one minds because I'm Jollimus, and I am loveable Gonna rhyme that one with bottomless and then get comfortable Now I'm gonna eat some pizza, then I'll rest a little bit And get this done without it bein all ugly and shit I got like three reams of paper, and two printers Four powerstrips, and a bike helmet for winter There's a foreman grill resting ass up in the sink And my KFC cup if I really wanna drink R2-D2 can koozie, 3 signed baseballs Cabinets on two, and tile on four walls Empty corona bottle, I drank it while writing this Toilet's ten steps away for when I gotta piss Y'all know I'm in a kitchen, of course there's an oven With a stovetop and range hood above it There's a broken 360 signed by some nerds And some cameras with which to take pictures Broken laptop, bike lock, star wars pens Socket set, paper towels, a torque wrench CVS extracare cards, and a lighter Some spongebob thing and a pair of pliers Well I came up with a plan, and it started off real great Then I realized I had too many tracks upon my plate Sure, one was already written, but it hasn't been three days And I'm quickly running out of different things to say But no one minds because I'm Jollimus, and I am loveable Gonna rhyme that one with bottomless and then get comfortable Now I'm gonna eat some pizza, then I'll rest a little bit And get this done without it bein all ugly and shit

Fuck outta here wit ya weak ass bullshit Screamin at tha mic like you in a pulpit (Preach!) Just you got tha itch don't mean you can rap So just stop, cuz nigga, you is bad Nerdcore ain't a genre you can claim Just cuz other motherfuckers said that you was lame We don't need another Mercer, but thanks for tryin Cuz tha one we had left all our ears a-dyin Don't roll up in here and post your music video If you ain't even figured out how to flow Just cuz you got a Blue Yeti don't make you good That's like sayin you're a pornstar cuz you got wood It ain't about the equipment, it's about tha skill And your ability to give other people thrills When you butter up a beat witcha smooth ass bars And make people you don't know bump it in they cars Hol' up! Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid Wit ya face all ugly and shit Fuck outta here Hol' up! Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid Wit ya face all ugly and shit Fuck outta here Rockin that $5 microphone? Gangsta shit But your rappin practice, you can't omit And remember what Rappy says comes next That triple B lifestyle: Big Buff Biceps So get pumped up to rap, practice your craft Cuz if you don't, off tha stage you will get laughed You'll get heckled and booed, folks'll be hella rude And it'll leave you with a bad attitude But don't take it out on them, cuz it's all your fault For not practicin, but swearin you was hot In some endeavours, you can get by on force of will But rap definitely requires skill It ain't about bars that rhyme, or your giant vocab It ain't who's badder than whom, or the chedda you stack Neither tha women you pull, nor tha whip you rockin If you can't stay on beat, you should just stop it Hol' up! Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid Wit ya face all ugly and shit Fuck outta here Hol' up! Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid Wit ya face all ugly and shit Fuck outta here What up white ladies, you should Holla @ Jollimus Cuz my love is like my rhymes girl, eternally bottomless Tho I always use that rhyme, I'm still gon' be proud of it Cuz if I don't like my shit, then why would I bottle it? If I thought it was bad, I would hide it from y'all And if you say it needs work, I might heed your call But if I trust your opinion, and you tell me it's bad I'll thank you and start fresh, so goodness is had If you are low end nerdcore, and I cover your song I'm showin you how to be better, don't get me wrong Better doesn't mean good, cuz you're kinda shitty And if you quit over this, it's a terrible shame It's such a pity that so many noobs are so quitty And then expect people to remember they name To be real, I'm in this shit to have some fun My followthrough might suck, but I still get shit done Hol' up! Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid Wit ya face all ugly and shit Fuck outta here Hol' up! Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid Wit ya face all ugly and shit Fuck outta here Hol' up! Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid Wit ya face all ugly and shit Fuck outta here Hol' up! Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid Wit ya face all ugly and shit Fuck outta here