[Intro]
The prophecy foretold that my wrist is looking very nice
Looking through the woods, see some wolf and a pair of eyes–
Eyes–, eyes–, eyes–, eyes–
I'm thirty four years old, and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn

[Verse]
The prophecy foretold that my wrist is looking very nice
Looking through the woods, see some wolf and a pair of eyes
I don't need shit, deer in the headlights
I put that bitches body on a bed of ice
Ball on this bitch in some Ugg's, I don't wear Mike's
This bitch got the game fucked up, she can't get it right
Put the polе to his face, that bitch turned white
Brain mattеr everywhere, I fucked up his mind
Brain matter everywhere, I fucked up his mind
Bitch, I'm serving white dog, look like Brain Griffin
I'm in the trap house listening to Limp Bizkit
This bitch said I'm mansplaining True Religion
I said, "Bitch, you don't get it, so quit bitching"
I'm thirty four years old, and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn
Goth bitch on me, say she want to wear Affliction
Told her I don't want that, I just love drug addictions
Popping out, squeezing thirties on a mission
Take a thirty, take a thirty, now I'm itching
[Chorus]
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching