[Intro]
You know, when I feel bad
What I like to do is just...
Go somewhere and SCREAM!

[Chorus]
Uh, I'm on attack now
Put on the back-end
I'm gonna go smackin'
I'm wrackin' up
Plaquettes for rapping
And backin' the maggots
That actually had it and
Rather than trappin'
They put all the work
Into actually rapping and
Factually mappin'
The places they goin'
I'm growin' to matchin' and
Laughin' with people
I'd probably slap
If I met them a year ago
Lyrical miracle genius
I mean it. I'm Stevie
I wonder if you've ever seen it
I keep it on me cause its how I keep bands up
Put your hands up like you all know the answer
Dancers, I never hire them
Never dеsire them
All the wеll, I still admire them
Fire them cause I do not want em feeble
The diesel inside of my blood you a weasel
[Verse 1]
Ow! This is too loud!
My ears are hurting!
My ears are burning!
Pretty concerning the fears that I'm learning
I'm yearning for tables that turn to the sound
Burnin too loud
Kickin' em out cause I don't smoke
Kickin' em out cause I don't toke
Kickin' em out cause I don't want
To smell the smell of the wrap that they grab
Cause that wrap is too foul

[Verse 2]
Let's go
I'm goin' harder than all of you people, go follow and
Pray to me like imma preacher
A teacher of coppin some fans on the internet
Start puttin' work and go put down that cigarette
Hit em dead (hit!)
Hit em with hitta rounds
Don't carry bigga rounds but I got bigga sound
Bigga and cold like a lager I
Scold like a father I
Smarter than Harvard and
Swigging my fist on a disser
My wrist doesn't bend and I
Say awful words to myself as pretend
I am pretending that I am ascending
But listening to myself kinda depressin'
At least I can hide it all up with distortion
Contortionist bought up a microphone
Better than fentanyl
Honestly end it all
Send it all
Wendigo
Fend a brawl
Let her go
Let him fall
Let him fall into the chamber
The dangerous chamber the
Rangers call loving and trust when it
Bust you gon wish it back
And attack anyone
Mildly annoying that's
Honestly holding your heart in the
Places it should be. A
Rookie could get it
But when you're embedded and
Setted in hate it get harder to
Understand people's intentions. I
Get it now that it is mentioned
I pray for succession

[Chorus]
Uh, I'm on attack now
Put on the back-end
I'm gonna go smackin'
I'm wrackin' up
Plaquettes for rapping
And backin' the maggots
That actually had it and
Rather than trappin'
They put all the work
Into actually rapping and
Factually mappin'
The places they goin'
I'm growin' to matchin' and
Laughin' with people
I'd probably slap
If I met them a year ago
Lyrical miracle genius
I mean it. I'm Stevie
I wonder if you've ever seen it
I keep it on me cause its how I keep bands up
Put your hands up like you all know the answer
Dancers, I never hire them
Never desire them
All the well, I still admire them
Fire them cause I do not want em feeble
The diesel inside of my blood you a weasel
[Verse 1]
Ow! This is too loud!
My ears are hurting!
My ears are burning!
Pretty concerning the fears that I'm learning
I'm yearning for tables that turn to the sound
Burnin too loud
Kickin' em out cause I don't smoke
Kickin' em out cause I don't toke
Kickin' em out cause I don't want
To smell the smell of the wrap that they grab
Cause that wrap is too foul

[Spoken Outro]
Uh, shoutout to me for producing the song
And doing the vocals, and mixing the vocals, and mixing the song, and exporting the song-
Actually, ya know, just shoutout to me for everything okay?
Umm, uh the song is over now so bye