Nauseous / Devilish Songtext
von Vegyn

Yeah, yee
JPEG motherfucking MAFIA (Look bitch, I′m nauseous, yeah)
You know it's motherfucking JPEGMAFIA, know what I mean (Look bitch, I′m nauseous, conscious)
3-3-4, 4-4-3, 7-1-8
(It's nasty)

Son
Look bitch, I'm nauseous, I′m moving conscious
I′m smoking dope to clear my conscience, a fucking Martian
Peggy, how you spit so awkward, the beat be barking
I'm peeping Breakfast Club, like, "Damn, I wish I was a part"


At your crib, I′m at your job, I'm like a fuckin′ stalker (Yeah)
Forty buck turn Steven Universe to Steven Hawking (Nasty)
I'm ′bout them commas, fuck your comments
I tote a llama (Brat)
In I-R-L you got no armor, I got no father (nah)

Catch me at the harbor, these crackers harmless
You ain't a shooter, bitch, that's fuckin′-
Talking shit on Twitter, bitch, what you accomplish?
Nothing

Like, why does that even make any sense?
Do you know what I mean?
Like, shit like that, there should be some sort of a rule
Unless there′s like, like, yeah, like, like
Inability to consent, like, contest that decision
Anybody should
I mean, she's not right, so

I mean
She′s not right, so
I'm good, I′m good, it's just like, yeah