[Hook]
Funny how life turn around, wanna put you in the ground
6 feet under like a corpse
Feelin’ pretty morbid in my thoughts like a morgue
Investigate shit like a coroner
Till he get stabbed in the back, ends up being cremated and crucified
Like a foreigner
Cause God forbid we accept anyone in this country anymore. Yeah

[Verse 1]
These rappers are toilets, ain’t got shit on my flow
Finna flush em’ and watch em wash up like they on Jersey shore
And I’m running this game, guess you could say that it is my show
Me and Bren in a song, we put on a Magic Show
It’s warming up here in the Wordsmith’s Cabin
I’m an alchemist like John Dastin, from the early 14th!
Lyrical insanity combined with cannabis, and cocaine, and another element
That makes shit just blow up, life just ain’t the same since I started rapping
It’s hella distracting
Everything is so different now
Cannot seem to think clearly now
I cannot pick up the page anymore without feeling some type of way
Bout my lyrics being too vague and it’s been making me think
Yeah it’s been making me think
What the fuck did you say?
Lyrics hold me back when Im snapping, they say
I put em back in the casket
Like your worst nightmare, aye
Not Freddy or Jason, the Wordship is present in me

[Hook]
Funny how life turn around, wanna put you in the ground
6 feet under like a corpse
Feelin’ pretty morbid in my thoughts like a morgue
Investigate shit like a coroner
Till he get stabbed in the back, ends up being cremated and crucified
Like a foreigner
Cause God forbid we accept anyone in this country anymore. Yeah

[Verse 2]
Got a bunch of whack rappers coming at me with an axe
But the power of lyricism deflect the mumble rap
And I’m dropping 16’s like subtraction, my G
Ain’t getting a degree, sorry that’s just me decree
Already majored in spoken language, call that poetry
While they party smoking trees
I’m writing underneath a tree
Bitch I caught you in my domain
Tryna excel like Word but you is not the same
Pick up the ashes of your career
Spread em’ all on your grave
Cause once I’m done with you, all that’s left are your fucking remains, hoe
Say I speak bullshit, that’s funny
Could’ve sworn I caught your name in my mouth
You is taking the wrong route
Gonna end up to the point where you’re getting fame from my mouth
Fuck you

[Bridge]
Funny how life-
Wanna put you in the ground, 16 feet under like a-
Pretty morbid in my thoughts-
In my thoughts-In my thoughts

[Hook]
Funny how life turn around, wanna put you in the ground
6 feet under like a corpse
Feelin’ pretty morbid in my thoughts like a morgue
Investigate shit like a coroner
Till he get stabbed in the back, ends up being cremated and crucified
Like a foreigner
Cause God forbid we accept anyone in this country anymore. Yeah