[Intro]
"I've been dead once already. It’s very liberating. You should think of it as, uh, therapy"
"Jack, listen. Maybe we can cut a deal"
"Jack? Jack is dead, my friend. You can call me 'Joker'"

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Smoking jokes up, this the real Runtz
On the road with plastic, unky in the trap with pill dust
Blew six figures thinking, "How the fuck I’m still up?"
Pull up to your cookout with a skillet, tryna grill some
Diabolical, I'm feeling evil off this Wock' soda
Got shit moving sitting down but I am not Yoda
Air Forces look like Christian Loubs, spill my pop on 'em
Backdoor season, better lock it, I don't knock on them

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Put some holes in him like he SpongeBob
Gang opp lurking, if he smart, he won't go live
Tryna get some sauce? Your whole team full of Planktons, damn
I'd let you [?] only thing I'm chasing, ma’am
I’ma keep making n***as hate me like a supervillain
I don't pat myself on the back, guess I got used to winning
Don’t ask me 'bout no old hoes 'cause they super finished
Real ShittyBoy, we had thrust back with True Religions

[Verse 3: StanWill]
I ain't gon’ lie, this beat weak as fuck
Surfing Neiman Marcus with a punch, finna beat it up
Whip it out the Fendi boxers, she gon' eat it up
We got twenty bop sticks tucked but it's three of us
She thinking that her head with a Birkin bag? I'ma ho this bitch
Fuck a show-and-tell, if I up it, I'ma blow this bitch
I'm the biggest shitter out, you should know this shit
Face card scorching, riding 'round with the coldest bitch
[Interlude]
"Seize him, slaves"
"All hail Plankton"
"I'm getting outta here"
"All hail"

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Decepticon and Autobots, we riding 'round in foreign thangs
Finna beat the plug ass, why this bow short a eighth?
Fuck Ruth Chris and Fleming's, this a Morton's day
White Cartiers, they cost yo bills, you can't afford the frames
Star player, you be on the bench, we don't perform the same
Bitch said that DSM losing? Must be snorting 'caine
Akhi with Habibi finna slide and start a war with K's
Encore coach, LeTron James, I do more than play

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Wealthy did the tee, manifested what I am soon
Still winning, know them boys confused in the film room
Only time dawg busting shit was in the bedroom
In the back of the long sleeve with some legroom
Want a ride or die, I've been looking for my Harley Quinn
Wintertime means it's time to stack it tall as Alex Lin
The cat really don't hit on shit but the head a ten
Fuck beef, catch me on some paper, Dee just like a pen
[Verse 6: StanWill]
BAPE trunks hit for 350, I ain't swimming in 'em
Looking Christian in my Diors but I be sinning in 'em
Thirty round, fuckers get the drop then we spinning with 'em
If it ain't two hunnid on my dash then I'm in the rental
Roundhouse kick her out the whip, she ain't blowing balls
You think it's a plain white tee? Bitch, you don't know the cost
He was acting big though till I broke his jaw
Catch him on the porch, .223s, they gon' mow his lawn

[Outro]
"But I'll tell you now what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying, little planet. I'm gonna enjoy it"