[Verse 1: 1XFIGHTER]
Got a five-finger death punch on the left, and I'm'ma hit'chu wit' it
You ain't even violent enough to be a Clarence villain
Like a dealer sellin' some stuff, 'finna be countin' digits
After I release this, my homies gon' be fuckin' winnin'
If you wanna jump me, you better bring some cables
'Cause yo' battery die quicker than mine, this ain't no fuckin' fable
Fuck that bitch-made motherfucker, he's a hard-ass wit' all of his goons
If his homies weren't prеsent, that kid'd be fuckin' doomed
This shit so icе cold and it ain't even the winter season
All I hit are cervixes, got more fuckin' bitches than Negan
Sometimes I get aggressive, but it's never for a shitty reason
People love my voice so much, my nickname is Morgan Freeman
I could go really quick, but no need, you'll enjoy this

[Interlude: 1XFIGHTER]
There is a certain way that you can whisper that might make an audience believe your flow's quick
Who the fuck is this guy? Get him off the song right now!
Get out bitch, right now!
Okay, okay, I'm sorry, damn!

[Verse 2: 1XFIGHTER]
Everybody chill, sit down and just listen
We got a few new rules based off an elder's decision
No more having bass or hard-as-fuck songs, and no more bad things said
Man, get the fuck out of my personal space, God damn old head
How the fuck you get mad when there's talk 'bout pullin' triggers
When nobody can say shit when you call blacks--(censored)
[Outro: 1XFIGHTER]
Cut the fucking cameras, show's over, next song!
Fuck!