Yeah
Well, that failed right quickly
Right quickly, right quickly (your cunnin's low again)
Really failed to work it out again (yeah), now we're really fallin' down again
'Cause your cunnin's low again (ow!), it's low again

They never work, you just have to be told
'Cause first and foremost your plans all have holes
You're so excited when you show me your flowchart, don't know it sucks
Not just a little sad, my kids would know it's bad
Got a point to make, don't blow me off
Lots of steps left out, I doubt you're gonna pull it off
Get how "steal Mac truck" leads to "run over jocks"
From there to "stop polluter's acts"? Have to know I'm lost
And there's a new fault: your goals are contradict'ry now
Some are quite nice, some mean "locked up", my head's poundin'
It always falls apart 'cause there's no budget, see
Or any sort of time instructions, whatcha want from me?
At least they're not written with crayons, but see
That'd be damnin' with faint praise because these plans are still nonsense, geez
You know, that's why last winter we were a goddamn meme
Saw my face next to mean captions 'cause we had hats made of mouldy cheese (your cunnin's low again)

The next time you're writin' down in pen, try not to not work it out again
'Cause your cunnin's low again, it's low again
Always fail to work it out again, gonna rip all my hair out again, oh!
'Cause your cunnin's low again, you're not tryin' hard again

What do I even stay for?
All the failure means I cannot pay board or any big fee
Keep sayin' it's got to work, this time it's got to work
Because you're deep in a big fallacy
You've put in all your chips (also mine, you douche)
Must play your hand to the end, please, I beg you
You can afford to go on pause, it's true
Make a proper plan, have the kinks smoothed, what's with you?
I know one problem with you, mate, really rubs me wrong
You see us fallin' low but your blame pointin's off
Only two people here, it can't be you who's wrong
You point the finger back right at my ass, wrong
Wish I could leave you, I'd get ahead of you, prove you're a clown
Pull a heist off, write a hit song, control the whole town
Threaten it now but the tight-ass grip you have now
Because I almost drowned and then you pulled me out (your cunnin's low again)

A bit more often than now and then, wish my promise was toned down, 'cause then
No more "cunnin's low again, it's low again"
Asshole, do you remember when your plan had me draw on my skin? Oh!
Was your cunnin' low right then, so low again
Not codes or cheats or even dicks, a llama with an evil grin, oh!
Is your cunnin' low again? I take it as a given

A-lo-ee-oh-ee-oh, a-lo-ee-oh-ee-oh
Cunnin's low again
A-lo-ee-oh-ee-oh, a-lo-ee-oh-ee-oh
Cunnin's low again
Gonna break open the gin