[Chorus]
Hi! My name is- what?
My name is- who?
My name is chicka chicka TV Torrance
Hi! My name is- what?
My name is- who?
My name is chicka chicka TV Torrance

[Verse 1: TV Torrance]
Hi kids
Do you like to rhyme this
Leave a child in the backroom cryin’
Sit in the bathroom and wonder ‘Is this my hair, should I dye it?’
Do you laugh too in that tomb while you’re at doom with a rat, dude
People say I’m that rude Heidi Klum, Shining 2 where I’m fat dude
Jack Torrance where I tore this to its core, kids
Violent memories of the enemies that are lettin’ me do this for this
Store it in the metamorphic and let it more fit
Then, I lore it and then it tore shit
I use to want to make kids cry in my basement
Then, Dr. Dre tried to tell me I’m wasted
I wanted to get out of NiQ’s therapy so I told him I want to die
That made this talk even longer about depression and NiQ said ‘This ain’t it my guy’
This ain’t it chief
I used to hate to hang a wreath
But now I’m in the Xmas spirit and I steer it and down I go
You basic like Minecraft or you mow thy hoes
Try to row, row your boat
But remember to put the right GPS on
That’s how I got in the rap game next to K.A.A.N
Above BlocBoy and Lil Pump though that’s so
Under Eminem, Biggie and Pac
Tick tock on the clock
Time is up
Rhyming, uh
Lying, sup
I am going to leave
See you later
Peace, niece
I serve fire like a waiter
[Verse 2: Big NiQ]
I hate this rappers faking that say they rich in some stock rims
Get at me, I flip the script and start to spit like I'm Rakim
Rockin'
True religion jeans on with the Glock in
Swear he bouta murda' the beats, somebody stop him
To him, this just a third of a feast, he does this often
To beats, he's just a murdering beast, no one can stop him
And I only murder the beats that I get lost in
Flip your homie's truck and make him start doing a top spin
Locked in
Posted on the block where my ops been
Shots send
Like messages homie, you better block him
Poppin'
Shots and
Like flies, rappers droppin'
This kid one of the goats, swear nobody can top him