[INTRO]
Yeah, I'm sending this song to the barbers
Because I've always had a hard time with barbers all my life
Whenever I try to grow my hair out and stuff
Some bastard always came, fucked up my hair, and screwed me over, damn it (Huh? Oh no! Not again?)
So, today I had another encounter with one of them (Ha? Oh, damn it! Again?)
Well, anyway, my hair has been a bald for a long time, I've been trying not to let it grow for about 2 years (Dude, you're always doing this shit, enough is enough!)
I went to the barber (Fuck you, what's wrong with you?)
"Bro," I said, "Can you just take a little?" or something (Fuck you, man)
"Sure," he said, "Bro, have a seat, of course," or something (Who gave you this license, man?)
"Okay," I said, okay or something (If you can't do it, just don't, you know?)
As time went by, I looked at my reflection (Oh, my God)
"Man," I said, "Not again, seriously?" (One day, I'll fuck you up, damn it)
[Chorus]
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Fuck your hands and feet
Is that how you cut hair, damn it?
We told you to trim the ends, damn it
You messed up fate, damn it
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Fuck your hands and feet
Is that how you cut hair, damn it?
We told you to trim the ends, damn it
You messed up fate, damn it
[Verse]
I know everyone has their own troubles
Barbers invading my hair (Eww! Look!)
In seclusion at home, I looked in the mirror
Wrote songs, a portable diva
In the photo at the door, there's Brad Pitt or Jay-Z
They seemed trustworthy to me, but here I am, still like an iguana (Ihaha, wo!)
Even if I were Bald Boy, my shape is always good (Wo, wo, wo!)
(Aye!)
If you want, I can marry you (Aye!)
You drilled a hole in my arm, fuck off (Aye!)
Don't fuck me just because you're familiar
My arm is pregnant because of you, bro (Aah)
He shouldn't be called a barber, call him a hairstylist
That way they can level up
I'm in the joke, but (Wo!)
Thank goodness barbers aren't circumcision specialists (Woo!)
[Chorus]
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Fuck your hands and feet
Is that how you cut hair, damn it?
We told you to trim the ends, damn it
You messed up fate, damn it
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Barber, barber
Fuck your hands and feet
Is that how you cut hair, damn it?
We told you to trim the ends, damn it
You messed up fate, damn it
[Outro]
Eeeeeeru-u-u, pow! Ya! Ya! Brra-da-da!
Barber, this song is also for you (Ya!)
It's for all the barbers who give me bad haircuts"