[Pre-Chorus]
Still don’t give a fuck about a mother fucking damn thang
Got nothing to write on a mother fucking damn page
Building up the anger, that mother fucking damn rage
Guess Im bout to on another fucking rampage

[Chorus]
Another fucking rampage
Another fucking rampage
Guess I’m bout to go on another fucking rampage
Smother my mad fans
Gotta love a mad face
Yes, I'm bout to go on another fucking rampage

[Verse 1]
I'm back like a tramp-stamp
On the back of a tramp with a back
I'm back on a scam
Like a mad man on rampage
My campaign
Pop another bottle of champagne
Chop another model, it ain't a damn thang
Damn man! I'm like a retard from Scarface
But I ain't gotta scar on my face
Get the fuck out of my face
Get the fuck out, its my place
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay out of my business, stay out of my business
Its for the best unless you wanna be pest
Cause you’ll lose your mind and ask for forgiveness
Now don’t tell me who it is
Now don’t tell me I’m new at this
Go and tell me they won’t like me
You don’t like me? Good
I don’t like you too
Watch you gon' do about it?
Who you gon' tell about it?
Go ahead yell about it?
And get the fuck up outta here
Before I shove spear down your throat
And put sword right up your rear to sell your body
Like a kebab, rrrrappapapaa
Rapper will pee
Peek-a-boo, seek a boo
Kibidibabdi boo, man
Filling the syllables too, man
You’re killing the villain? you’re a fool, man
Still waiting for that Nawal diss
I’ll hate to think that he quit because of what I did
Okay! I kid, I kid
Arkane, look what I did
I fixed shit you couldn’t mix, bitch
“Is this a diss, bitch?”
Yes, it is.. I'm flexing, bitch
Yes, it feels like someones giving a fuck
I can feel it in my guts
Shaifan, stick to your words
I can hear your thoughts
Yes, think you should stop
And pretend like this never heard this dropped
Unlike your t-t-t-t-testicles
Which fell on the floor and got stepped upon in slow-mo
Before we could see the r-r-rest of you get washed up with omo

[Pre-Chorus]
Still don’t give a fuck about a mother fucking damn thang
Got nothing to write on a mother fucking damn page
Building up the anger, that mother fucking damn rage
Guess I'm bout to on another fucking rampage

[Chorus]
Another fucking rampage
Another fucking rampage
Guess I’m bout to go on another fucking rampage
Smother my mad fans
Gotta love a mad face
Yes, I'm bout to go on another fucking rampage

[Verse 2]
I'm here to steal your girl, mom, whole world
Steal your daylight, this, this and that too
Don't care if you’re gay, I'll steal your man too
Zaahu, should’ve liked this page when he had the chance to
Cause you've been making music your whole life
All day, all night
You haven’t made it since
You haven’t made a sense
You haven’t made cents
Heaven may have sent me to blow up CHSE
She messaged me, all them bitches
Yeah, all them bitches
Saying why you hate us?
Why you ain't us?
Why you anus?
Why you so different?
Why you so evil?
Why you so different?
Why you so cold?
I'm so different that I’m different from the people that are different
Which makes me normal and different at the same damn time
Yes, I did the same damn rhyme
Still getting publicity for the same damn crime
Like when I kidnapped Assham
And nobody wanted to pay some ransom for him
I’m so sick, I’m so lit
Ahchoo! Choo! Choo! Choooo!
Choo! Choo! I’m just one train on this track
Like that freestyle when I flexed and brought it back
Cause he said he was next
I've been dropping shit since September, I don’t need no rest
I'm too lethal?
Yes, that's why these hoes stress
Over what I'd say next when they text
It's a blessing and a hex
This is bullshit but already better than what you do in your raps
I ain't gotta prep, I just made this in a day
I ain't gotta rep, made this in a day
What's your excuse? What do you gotta say?
Bitch, get the fuck outta my way

[Bridge]
I reach my peak when I diss
I mean Aryn Afeef
It's possible to make it personal

[Chorus]
Another fucking rampage
Another fucking rampage
Guess I’m bout to go on another fucking rampage
Smother my mad fans
Gotta love a mad face
Yes, I'm bout to go on another fucking rampage

[Verse 3]
I want the credit if I’m winning or losing
I'm still an amusement
Jaws all on floor so I still a mutant
Still a movement, still a student
But not yours tho, ho
Ain't gonna knock on your door
You can come, stunt
But wolf, hunt, run!
Be humble?
“You’re a ignorant perverted cunt, go fuck yourself!”
I'll shove my dick up my ass just to love myself
But I don’t love a elf
Samih do you see me now?
“No, I have double vision”
At least you can hear me now, clearly
It's clearly a wow!
You don’t have to fear me now
Just bear with me and hear me out
When I say that I came here to squash the beef, cow
You don’t have to fear me now
Just bear with me and hear me out
When I said that I have leaked more of my dick pics
Than you have made hits
Watchu talking bout?
Holy cow! You're slowly falling out
You’re less priced and I’m priceless
It's a righteous crisis
Cause a virus is made and I diss
If everyone grew a pair like me
Would there still be fake IDs?
If everyone grew a pair like me
They wouldn't be screaming hide me
Stupid cupid, what have you contributed to this music?
I feel like I’m Liam John but more deluded
I feel like I’m still on hold but I’m recruited
Ruthlessly rerouted but intruded and wounded you tools
With the truth from this ghoulish English
Fuck this clueless industry
Fuck you, dude
Fuck you too
Just came here to stick my tool in Bathool

[Outro]
Ain't got nothing to write but made a whole song
If I had something to write, I'll make an album
Still don’t give a fuck about a mother fucking damn thang
Ain't got nothing too right
Ain't got nothing to write and went on rampage