Semi automatic tear em up I’m a jerk
Why they say make bands but I know they don’t work
Just one day a week then you get a paycheck
Bitch I make that in a minute I could take a rain check

What a bad joke imma call em Jared Leto
Imma meet up with your girl driving out to Sacramento
I’m like the final and you’re more like the demo
You can act so hard then ya turnin into jello

I’ll be reigning terror why the fuck I gotta spare em
Bitch I’m burning retinas better yet I’m melting sclera
Don’t ask for a price whеn I know you can’t pay it
Boutta blast off cap stocks inside trading

I am the bookie I’m bеtting up I’m against you
You will stay the next to best cause imma best you
There ain’t nothing personal I just know that I’ll end
Any motherfucking rappers that worry about the trends

YCK what it mean You Can’t Know
Sipping on a Blue Moon chewing on tobacco
Burnt air on the fucking forecast
That we can’t repair treat em like a doormat

Waiting up in the wings bitch I’ll be ready to attack
They’ll be making me to a king yeah there’s plenty to retract
I’m accelerating this ain’t even full speed
You won’t last a fucking minute you’re what all the wolves eat
Cocking and popping making a bop and dropping atom bombs
No I’m not stopping never not plotting I’ll be ending catalogs
They won’t ever pass me I’m in this spot
One song that I make can fuck your discog

Desertboys we destroy bitches you can never join
Still avoid flipping coins oughta make a better choice
We are the reason they look over their shoulders
We get em once get em twice till their temperature colder

Whoop there he is I’m the motherfucking pagan
Infidel made a spell all the cash I made is paying
All my bills imma fill up the place with a stack
Of my pills imma chill then replace it with a rack

YCK what it mean You Can’t Know
Sipping on a Blue Moon chewing on tobacco
Burnt air on the fucking forecast
That we can’t repair treat em like a doormat