[Lyric] ​donut (WAFFLEJAX)

[Intro: Lisa, Bart, Moe]
Ah come on Bart, not again!
Aw, where's your sense of humor?
Moe's Tavern
Hello, is Al there?
Al?
Yeah, Al, last name Coholic
Let me check
Phone call for Al! Al Coholic!
Is there an alcoholic here?!
(Laugher)

[Verse 1]
Yuh, I'm that skinny boy with black gym shorts and rockin' fucked up Vans
Eatin' eggs with Sam-I-Am, I get some bread, a slice of ham
Flex my pink Nokia on the scene and girls be like "Oh, damn"
Don't trust tech support in India, you know that shit a scam
Rockin' Birkies with the socks and flexin' vintage cartoon shirts
She said she feel wet as fuck, like a Fiji turtle, squirt
Take her out to eat some dinner, ask her what is for dessert
Grab my dick under the table, put my head all in her skirt
Rest in peace to my lil' doggy, he will live up in my heart
When I seen you in your grave my heart was getting torn apart
I move forward but stay loyal 'cause I don't want no more dogs
Take my mind off all this shit so I'm a psycho for a jog
Hit this flow throughout the song because consistency's the key
Shirts be larger than a butterfly and yellow like a bee
Hair is knappy, curly, funny, big as fuck, look like a tree
Put a sock over my head and call myself "Young Double-D"
[Chorus]
Easy livin' (Easy livin')
I be chillin' (I be chillin')
Peter Griffin (Peter Griffin)
Homer Simpson (Homer Simpson)
Easy livin' (Easy livin')
I be chillin' (I be chillin')
Peter Griffin (Peter Griffin)
Homer Simpson (Homer Simpson)
Easy livin' (Easy livin')
I be chillin' (I be chillin')
Peter Griffin (Peter Griffin)
Homer Simpson (Homer Simpson)
Easy livin' (Easy livin')
I be chillin' (I be chillin')
Peter Griffin (Got a fat ass)
Homer Simpson (Homer Simpson)

[Verse 2]
Pull up to MacDonalds drive-thru, let me get that number ten
Hold that thought, let's pray to God so he forgive all of my sins
Purple rain is too insane, I drink it to replace the gin
Play some Call Of Duty with the homies and we get the win
Want a house in California with my brothers so we live
Never worry 'bout no nine-to-five, we chillin' in the crib
I feel hungry, stomach growlin', eat a rack of baby ribs
Got no stress up in my mind because I'm learnin' how to live
[Chorus]
Easy livin' (Easy livin')
I be chillin' (I be chillin')
Like Peter Griffin (Peter Griffin)
And Homer Simpson (Homer Simpson)
Easy livin' (Easy livin')
I be chillin' (I be chillin')
Like Peter Griffin (Peter Griffin)
And Homer Simpson (Homer Simpson)
Yuh