[Intro]
Ok, ok you wanna talk shit? I'm flattered n***a. Did I make my own shit n***a? You questioning my craft n***a? Oh, ok, ok bitch I got something for your ass n***a, I fuck your bitch n***a. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't n***a, maybe we'll never know motherfucker. Hmm that don't fuck with your head lil' bitch n***a? [?] Yeah, you a bitch n***a too. Fuck that n***a motherfucker, can't fuck with my shit [?] Cross that line though, cross that line n***a, don't do it, please don't do it. Cross that fucking line your bitch ass don't do it, watch n***a I ain't playin' with you

[Verse 1: zombAe]
Bag in both hands like I'm Brian Pomper
I'mma have to shoot him I ain't got a jumper
Okay so you know I had to bring the thunder
And the Uzi remix you like it's Oh Wonder
Like (ooh, ooh, ooh)
She ain't gon' get over it
Ima have to go and make him lean and put the shoulder in
Aladdin, I'm poor, but they all lookin' like a sultan and
It cold like Minnesota think your nose got hella snow up in it
That's the spot
And I'm looking for some girls that ain't got no twats
Need a bitch to ride my horse like Lancelot
Fuck the rules bend it over she Joan of Arc
[?]

[Chorus: zombAe]
Tension
You can feel it in your bones, bitch
Tension
When you need to let it go, n***a
Tension
You best open up your door
Know your ass is gonna drop
When it gets hit to the floor
Tension
N***a move like you gon' die
Tension
Best not be disinvolved
Yeah, tension
You best knock out your false eye
Tension
This is my space and my time
[Verse 2: doin' fine]
Punches he’s about to make him say “Ahh” like Nelly
Got Tension
And all of my boys got world class pussy like Nerry
I need top top top top top, EternaLEnVy
I don’t see you mid fuckin’ rappers, I’m Terezi
Gun kick harder than a fuckin’ cassowary
I need top from a boy who looks like venti
Make him hit the high notes like he General Levy
Hardest tranny on the mic, you other faggots ain’t comparin’
Need a scary bitch to give me spooky head
I need a movie kiss, it gets his coochie wet
I let the uzi spit, it make a sushi dish
Him and Lucy F becomin’ newlyweds
Leave him in centennial where the burros are laughin’
And then I’m tryna hit your area like Tracy in Darwin
And if a pussy lovin’ Israel then I force him to cark it
We smokin’ pack at the burial because he wanna be martyr’d
It’s like a

[Chorus: zombAe]
Tension
You can feel it in your bones, bitch
Tension
When you need to let it go, n***a
Tension
You best open up your door
Know your ass is gonna drop
When it gets hit to the floor
Tension
N***a move like you gon' die
Tension
Best not be disinvolved
Yeah, tension
You best knock out your false eye
Tension
This is my space and my time
Tension
[Verse 3: Charlotte Crosby]
Ayy
I be cleaning shit up because I am the maid
He won't talk to me nice so he gets the blade
I don't give a fuck about no beefs
And I don't care about no feud
But when I see you in the streets
All you fuckers do is abuse
I am tactical as shit
That's what a maid's got to do
I’ve been sniping at the gods
You're picking low hanging fruit
There's blood on the dancefloor
A panic at the disco
There's gone be some fallout boy
When I get your info
Hit you with the k it be silent like a knife
When I’m on the track they be screamin' for their life
There ain't no light at the end of his tunnel
Boutta to crash the ride, but it's his belt to buckle
Say you're mad at me but that's your bag to fumble
Try to make a play but your not that subtle (you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle)
Giving the rich new holes like the ozone layer
Ima have my reign in blood I’m like slayer
I got an automated clip just like my producer
And I would shoot that dude because he is a groomer
I’m smoking on that loud like a Rick Rubin master
I’m with Crash Blossoms clique and we contribute to disaster
Ima make you disappear W.D. Gaster
Whatever you can do we do it just faster
[Verse 4: ilysm]
If you say “another day another dollar” I will rob you
I was walkin’ past American Eagle and caught you
I caught you? Your racks ain’t let you do what you want to?
Even if you was my fuckin’ child I would drop you
Damn, I just sold your tracks and made a fuckin’ rack ho
Big strap got me doin’ Max Payne slo-mo
They glass half full I’ll make ‘em cry over spilled milk
I clipped brodie twice I let that cartridge tilt (aww)
Shit I lost my wallet brodie, hand over yours
I got three boys posed up like Jack-O with they hands on the floor
When I walk up in this bitch they don’t fuck with you no more?
Brodie say I’m pushin’ it? Can’t match my numbers on the boards? (ouu yeah!)
I don’t fuck with bitchin’ on a track (ouu yeah!)
I only talk that shit that get me racks (ouu yeah!)
All my shooters wearing sweaters made of cashmere
I ain’t workin’ retail but brodie put that cash here
(you know, this that, this is that, this, this is like)

[Chorus: zombAe]
Tension
You can feel it in your bones, bitch
Tension
When you need to let it go, n***a
Tension
You best open up your door
Know your ass is gonna drop
When it gets hit to the floor
Tension
N***a move like you gon' die
Tension
Best not be disinvolved
Yeah, tension
You best knock out your false eye
Tension
This is my space and my time
Tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension

[Outro]
Oh, play that shit back