[Verse 1: Diabolic]
Yo
I twist some bud and Cubans
Fill a mug, sit and chug consuming liquor, buzzed
While the devil does the jitterbug for humans
In the club with a snub, visions of us shooting beelzebubs
My own twisted definition of amusement
I'm only bitter 'cause I got two kids I love in school
And this prescription drug abusing bitch insists she wasn't using
But she was
She ain't happy with the judge's ruling
Crying me a river that could cause this shit to flood in Houston
Plus the news been amplifying little subtle movements
Like at any minute you could see ballistic SCUDS from Putin
Mix enough confusion with the rich who bust in students
Screaming the president just built an oven Hitler stuffing Jews in
Results in people split believing shit that wasn't proven
While we here with the winning numbers on the ticket stub and losing
That's why crossing me I hit you with enough hadoukens
Let your kidneys rupture so bad you're pissing blood and puking

[Chorus: Jade Gritty]
Currently, currency got me in a bind
We could be enemies if you bitches tried
In the streets you look weak, you should stay inside
Better run and hide
You don't wanna get in line
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
When it's running right through you
When it's running right through you
What the fuck you gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do?
When I'm looking right through you
Looking right through you
[Verse 2: Diabolic]
Yo
I need some closure
Life's a bitch, livin' la vida loca
Beggin me to eat her chocha but it reeks of fecal odor
He's too obscene and vulgar to be my semen donor
Slut, I got a gut feeling you'll feel it in you guts like bleeding ulcers
Now that my seeds are older I don't keep composure
It's a cold world like the genius told ya, maybe even colder
Raising hell till it's freezing over and demons toast to Eden's cobras seated next to Jesus eating sweet Ambrosia
Used to play the streets with coca, tryna meet a quota
'Cause cash rules everything from dollar bills to Swedish krona
I throw a punch that leaves you swole up with a haematoma
And the force to lift you like an X-Wing fighter in that scene with Yoda
The place that I am from, the people go from clean and sober
To rapidly shooting like that bump stock on Steven's shoulder
So keep it kosher or I'm attackin' like medieval soldiers on the streets you roam to take the throne and have it reupholstered

[Chorus: Jade Gritty]
Currently, currency got me in a bind
We could be enemies if you bitches tried
In the streets you look weak, you should stay inside
Better run and hide
You don't wanna get in line
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
When it's running right through you
When it's running right through you
What the fuck you gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do?
When I'm looking right through you
Looking right through you