[Commentary: Manaz Ill, Complete]
Yo, what’s good? This is Manaz Ill
You’re checkin’ out my favourite chain smokin’
Pickle hatin’ Mi Goreng enthusiast, Complete
On the “While We Wait” mixtape
Stay tuned for the album (Oi)

[Verse 1: Complete]
An awkward loner, snorting a mort’s aroma
Then thought that I caught pneumonia from porkin’ an organ donor
Of course I’m over, I just ordered my fourth Corona
‘Cause forcing abortions sober is boring as your persona
‘Causing an orphan home to regret when I get tossed in one
And blocked the bunk beds with the heads of some dead foster mums
So watch your tongue like a lesbian’s wеt boxers done
Or I’ma catch diseasеs and spread ‘em to Red Cross for fun
What’s for lunch? Fake rappers’ careers
Say their name three times and a gay faggot appears
I stay savage and fierce with blades, daggers, and shears
So my peers’ brains splatter on stage managers’ ears
A face fatter than Sia’s, a mentally ill Beethoven
If I’m not paid, eventually tills break open
I ain’t jokin’, I’m meant to be Bill Gates loaded
All you lame posers eventually will take notice

[Chorus: Complete]
I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble
I’ma make the underground crumble
I’m tumble
Weed
Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle
I won’t hear another mouth mumble
I’m tumble
Weed
I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble
I’ma make the underground crumble
I’m tumble
Weed
Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle
I won’t hear another mouth mumble
I’m tumble
Weed
[Verse 2: Complete]
Oi, Shaker, we should [?] rape a boy later
We’ll enjoy some fuckin’ with invoice paper
Voice changer me, make me sound like a moist Vader
Luke! I am your daddy, do you enjoy danger?
The [?] saviour of rap in its fine form
Take a look at all of these amateurs, I scorn
The Psych Ward’s back with the damage of nine storms
And only battin’ an eye when we jack it to blind porn
A jacket that I’ve worn, your missuses wanna sniff it
I flick them a drop of jizz and their clitoris pocket shivered
I’m a freak for the hell of it, but bitches are often frigid
So I’m leavin’ the cell a bit like prisoners on a visit
I’m kiddin’, I’m gonna stick it inside ‘em with no lube
I got stars on my balls, I’m excited as Goku
There’s no crew of rappers alive that I won’t hu-
Miliate, silly fakes just die when they’re ’sposed to because

[Chorus: Complete]
I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble
I’ma make the underground crumble
I’m tumble
Weed
Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle
I won’t hear another mouth mumble
I’m tumble
Weed
I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble
I’ma make the underground crumble
I’m tumble
Weed
Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle
I won’t hear another mouth mumble
I’m tumble
Weed
[Verse 3: Complete]
There’s no competitors, only effortless weak attempts
Dissin’ me? You’ll go to Heaven and see your friends
The beef will end when you’re smokin’ meth in the street with men
Eat cement, fucker, and don’t you mention Complete again
At least a ten, my sex appeal is noteworthy
Your woman don’t even check the seal, she’s so thirsty
She tends to squeal, “Let me feel”, or “Don’t hurt me”
Like the bong when the session’s real, the hoe’s dirty
My flow’s dirty, I’m one of a kind for sure
Like Chris Pratt when he summons a dinosaur
A bit fat, but your mum is a slimy whore
Stickin’ my dicksack up in her giny-door
Listen; you’ve been officially briefed
The scene is a ghost town and the city’s deceased
Consider it breached, you’ll see no citizens speak
Except this tumbleweed spittin’ through these hideous streets, Complete

[Chorus: Complete]
I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble
I’ma make the underground crumble
I’m tumble
Weed
Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle
I won’t hear another mouth mumble
I’m tumble
Weed
I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble
I’ma make the underground crumble
I’m tumble
Weed
Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle
I won’t hear another mouth mumble
I’m tumble
Weed