[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Yeah, and fuck all you rappers
(Listen up, ay let's get this going)
Ayy, ayy, damn, damn

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Hop on the beat like a pogo
And read out my logo
My bitch is official
Yo' bitch Quasimodo
I keep a phone, I ain't talking no local
But n***as talk down and make me go loco
Me and my n***as pull up in a photo
It's just me and Darkie, the rest is all hoes though
Suck and they suck and they wanna take photos
I'm all for the sub but a fake is a no-no
Get back in the trap, we go ham
For pull forth for all of my n***as, trapping, all my n***as that scam
PayPal, Cash App, TD Banks, City Bank with the plays
Real n***as don't give a damn
I'm motivated, the beat is cremated, the crime we committed was premeditated
Spitting the strongest, but n***a I'm faded
I'm fucking your bitch like her pussy the greatest
She said that I’m sadist, that bitch get degraded
These n***as pay famous, the cap is so heinous
I ride around with a strap like it's legal
I'm high as a bird, I twist the sound like a eagle
N***as think that they are rapping but they are just talking
He say he got bitches but he just be stalking
The game is evolving but, I'm Richard Dawkins
If she acting stupid, this bitch end up walking
My fist gave him blisters, you'd think he was talking
Bitch was just watching dark had to drop him
I think I had an epiphany
You is not sick as me
And I got rifles as big as me
Heard that this n***a was after me
Pistol gon' pay me like masterpiece
N***a just speak the audacity
As soon as you think about passing me
You do what he do, and what he do
N***a you don't fool me
N***a that shit ain't you
N***a, fake love, it just real hate
And I'm too real so I can't relate
Where I just stay away from the fucking fakes
Say I'm Christ Dillinger, hey fuck the jakes
(Ayy, free frank)
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Fuck 12 like a dozen groupies
Saying free Fourteen, that's a cousin to me
Most n***as just care about who you truly
N***as cut up a show like a fucking movie, n***a
I'ma shit on you faggots, I got diarrhoea
I'm fucking your bitch on my bed from IKEA
You speaking on Darkie? Retarded idea
Don't ask me for nothing, I'm deaf I can't hear ya
Shut up, you yapping a lot you get fucked up
And why am I thinking you’ll regret
Talking shit but you didn't on me yet
Bite down, right now I could really give a fuck if you don't walk 'round
Talk down, pussy I don't wanna pop rounds
If you pulling me, I'll hit you with the top down
You ain't fooling me I'll get you in the hop down
Get down, pop a [?]
Yoda got a hold on my daughter
I got a jet now, rode a [?] hits on my [?], I got a rat now
Thoughts away, I'm passing the clouds on this [?] now
Hop out n***a look at my stick, yuh
Hop up n***a look at my stick
Stick in the mud, stickin' that blunt, yuh
She just want a pickle like rick, yuh
She just want a pickle like rick, yuh
She just want a pickle like rick, yuh
She just want a pickle like rick, yuh
She just want a pickle like rick, yuh
She just wanna tickle my dick, yuh
She just wanna wiggle my member
I don't remember, smoking on embers
I got the heat like I'm into December, yuh
Pulling that Glock like raider
Reason I'ma flight, I'll fade her
Rinse that shit
Running her by like “later”
Bumping that Tyler, The Creator
She said “Shit,” folk
You can get stuffed like coke, coke, coke
She can get rough, get broke, broke, broke
I don't fuck with the new folk, yuh
I don't fuck with the new folk, folk, folk
Smoking a blunt of that dope, dope, dope
Bitch, you come 'round, you get soaked, soaked, soaked
I ain't got rental, get po, po, po, po
Bitch, bitch, bitch ask me when I woke, woke, woke
You can get shit at you spoke, spoke, spoke
First rapper on paper, dirt nap to all my haters (Later!)