By ANDREW NGUYEN
Staff Writer

Encage my claws of hands, and I will hurdle my feet for them Yeezys,

Throw my feet in a ditch, and I will bash my skull for them Yeezys,

Knot my head down to a table, and I will gnaw through metal for them Yeezys,

Yank out my fangs, and I will carve swords out of my ribs for them Yeezys,

Yeezy
Yeezy
Yeezy

I finally copped them Yeezys,

I’ve traded my body and my soul, but nobody’s noticed,

‘Cause everybody still has them own shoes, and nothing else has changed,

But at least I can sleep lifeless, Knowing I have them Yeezys