[Intro: Die Perry]
(Y-y-you're so fucking ruthless) (Ayy)
Pull up-pull up on that toy, how I'm shittin' on you n***as
Like, yeah, my Glock is really racist 'cause it do not like n***as (Boom-boom)
Like, yeah, lil' shawty got braces, she gon' give my dick a splinter (Fuck, haha)
These n***as rats and they pussy, they be (Yuh) really (Yuh, ayy) [?]

[Verse 1: Die Perry & Craig Scissorhands]
Ayy, pull up on that gray, (Yuh) six-six in the whip (Yuh)
Triple six on my bitch, triple six, six-six-six (Yuh)
She give top in the whip (Yuh, ayy), now she dancin' on my dick (Yuh)
Call me [?] how the big dog fits (Ah)
And yo' bitch fuckin' on me like a motherfuckin' dick (Ayy)
And her pussy macaroni, or some motherfuckin' grits (Ayy)
And I keep that stick-ick on me, swear to God, that shit has tits (Oh, woah)
And these n***as hella funny, they ain't (Ayy) really doin' shit (Ah) (Hey, fuck)

[Verse 2: Craig Scissorhands]
[?]
[?] little body, I fill it with [?]
Thanks for the verse, I won't do it tomorrow
You can pay for a verse, it don't mean that we friends
[?] inside my DMs
Hit from the back, but you know we not friends
[?] sellin' that pack, too much that'll end
I'ma break, bite, break, bite, break, bite (Uh)
[?] hittin' into daylight
Yuh [?]
Stop talkin' so much about your damn gay rights, yuh (What?)
Talkin' like you know what we came to say
[?]
I got a Glock and I shoot at you
Bullets [?] you, too
He talk out his head, he get hit with the one, two
[?] he don't know who to talk to
(Yuh, yeah-yeah)
[Verse 3: Die Perry]
Ayy-ayy, fe, fi, fo, kill a (Yuh) n***a in his household (Ayy)
That bitch say I'm sexy, but I told (What?) That bitch (Yuh) look too old (Oh)
Ayy, obliterate n***as, we generate n***as (Yuh)
Fuck all these n***as, we killin' these n***as (Ayy)
Ayy, fuck these n***as, pull out .22s (Heh-heh)
Give 'em twenty shots (What?) Like a doctor do (Okay)
Get my name out yo' mouth, that what bitches do (Bitches?)
Put a gun to my face if you killer, too (Yuh, fuck)
And yo' bitch always askin' for [?] too (Yuh)
(Uh) why she all on my dick tryna make a move? (Yuh)
Ayy, yuh, stay on my dick, n***as think I'm cool (Haha)
How you swingin' a pu— (Ayy), a fuckin' fool (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Die Perry]
Yeah, gas-gas-gas on me-on me
Yeah, I'm (Yuh) skatin' on n***as (Yuh), I'm like (Yuh) Tech Deck
Yeah, yo' bitch said she want sex-sex, huh (Yuh)
When I rip, you rip (Yuh), no Beyblade shit (Yuh)
Yeah, DJ Ken, you fuckin' play that shit (Ha)
Yeah, Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick
Like cannon (Yuh), I'm blastin' these n***as (Yuh, you alright?)
Yeah, I'll do a roundabout (Yuh), kill all these fuckin' clowns (Yuh, ayy-ayy)
Hi, my name Chris Brown (Yuh), Look at Me right now (Yuh)
Twenty on his head (What?) No Harriet Tubman (Yuh)
N***as fuckin' (Yuh) weird, they fuckin' their cousin
We get this shit (Ayy) cheaper by the fuckin' dozen
Yeah, these n***as wanna be (What?) It's 'cause they be buzzin'
[Outro: Die Perry]
Wait (Buzzin'), you get it? 'Cause, you know
Like, bee, buzzing?
Whatever, fuck, NLM
Haha