No Flex Zone (Remix)

[Verse 1 Watsky:]
I'm jubilant with a stupid grin
Which screw's loose where do you begin?
I call my dude and I tell him what room I'm in then moon him
From the window of the looney bin
He's fuming, cause I'm really being rude again
I ruin my connection to my human kin
And so I'm moving into the kennel
Settle down with the goof troop
Snoop, and it's juice and gin
Took my Tylenol
And took a violent fall
When I tried to crawl
Up the asylum wall
Watsky sipping Carlo Rossi
All the foxy ladies, I can drunk dial 'em all
Because I can be in seventeen places at once
While seventeen me's puff a hundred seventy blunts
And while I'm chiefing in DC with Eric Holder
I'm sharing marijuana with the mayor of Boulder
Colorado, but the air is colder
When I'm in the south pole, where the bears are polar
I crap on the critics who deny my place
Then wipe my ass with the fabric of time and space

[Hook Amy Heidemann:]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better

[Verse 2 Amy Heidemann:]
I know, the city, it be full of crap
Plastic pretty women, hear my knuckles crack
Out on Hollywood Boulevard popping those silicone humps
Like it was a roll of bubble wrap
I keep my fingernails sharp, and my mind too
If the dog's gonna bark, then I'll find you
But if you scratching on the bark of the wrong tree
And I reach you then I'll eat you, I'm hungry
Cause I don't care if you're a sex machine
Little man, move along to the next vagine
I can slide up in the west and I bless the scene, the queen
Here to flex on the next regime, my team
Is impeccable, wrecking every consecutive sucker
That wanna step up and knock us off of the pedestal
You're pitiful, looking just like the next goon
Put 'em all on a rocket to Neptune

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Watsky & Amy Heidemann:]
[Watsky:]
Roll up to attend our bash
And you get whiplash like a ten car crash
With Kim Kardashian's ass, get a flash
Of the passenger side of the Jaguar's dash
[Amy Heidemann:]
I come through late like Dre with Detox
If these elite jocks, I'll say we're ewoks
[Watsky:]
Chumps with wee cocks, pull up your knee socks
Then pump your Reeboks, then jump the tree tops
[Amy Heidemann:]
Skintone fair, syndrome rare
The peasant is unpleasant but the king don't care
Let them all call, let my ringtone blare
While the beat bump, bump like a ingrown hair
Bump, bump like a ingrown, bump like a ingrown
Bump, bump, bump like a ingrown hair
Cut through the jungle in the middle of nowhere
I'm steady with my machete, I'm ready to go there
[Watsky:]
I be rubbing my nipples, giving the public a sample
Of my ridiculous and my jiggly bubbly personality
Hit 'em with the fatality, lickety-split
[Amy Heidemann:]
A lot of petty people, they don't get the simplest shit
[Watsky:]
They don't mean diddly squat, do they? Now riddle me that
[Amy Heidemann:]
We be the pitbulls, nibble on these kittens and cats
[Watsky:]
Eat 'em like Kibbles 'n Bits, leaving them stiff on their back
Give them a wag of the finger, never a tip of the cap
[Amy Heidemann:]
We be the pick of the litter, keeping it mentally locked
[Watsky:]
I got a lot of opinions, more than a centipede's socks
[Amy Heidemann:]
And I open up the door when my enemy knocks
[Watsky:]
They're gonna be checking me, then they're gonna be in the penalty box
[Amy Heidemann:]
Looking a bit like a hockey player with a messed-up enamel
[Watsky:]
And I be clicking the button for the Discovery Channel
[Watsky and Amy Heidemann:]
Until I'm kicking the bucket, so kiss my butt, I'm an animal
And I get more hump than a couple of camels