[Verse 1: I-KHAN}

Mothafucka thought he was Sam Rothstein
Till I hit his ass with a fucking Stan Ross swing
I hope every hoe know you can't cross kings
If a bitch ain't a queen knock her pants off clean
Don't act hard brethren
I tombstoned this hoe in a graveyard and got locked up for back yard wrestlin'
So bitch are you done yet?
It's a beautiful death when I toss you off a cliff while watching the sunset
Ain't a pot or pan to feed us I'm fucking with the thesis
Like your government shooting down a hologram of Jesus
He's a meat-head with certified street rev
Forget rap dog I'm selling crack on the deep-web
I'm yelling at my girlfriend spazzin' at Maddy
Before I get high and proceed to crashing the caddy
[ERRAHH] you can't find a rapper rapping as nasty
Your better of finding Klohe Kardashians daddy
Fuck it tho yo, that hoe got a Porsche
And all I got is a body controlled by a demonic force
Our mental is the temple to acceding our potential
I resemble the facial structure of speaking to the devil ugh
Errahhs beautiful killing shit as usual replay the track
If you never witnessed a funeral your whole albums Wack
Man that shit is only suitable for faggot ass kids in a high school musical