[Intro]
Uh huh! Filth! Stu Bangas! G-Mo! Let me work!

[Chorus]
Let a n***a work his magic, I can show you how to gas shit
Where I'm from, I never had shit and I ain't ever going back bitch
Let a n***a work his magic, I can show you how to gas it
Where I'm from, I never had shit and I ain't ever going back bitch (Biatch!)

[Verse 1]
Yo I'm in the rap game cherry pickin'
Got this bitch on lock like an R. Kelly victim
Makaveli flippin' in his grave and I'm barely spittin'
Every written leave 'em shocked but they not jellyfishin'
I could be the greatest battle rapper next to Mook
'Cause I'm good at takin' foul shots but I never hoopеd
Give me a second, Stu, I paid thе nun extra loot
To suck my dick in the confession booth, she was pregnant too
Hands sticky from the fuckin' residue, rolling human-sized blunts, smoking on the leg of Groot
It's Inf Gang, let us through and don't talk to me, I'm the type you've got to write a letter to
Fuck y'all n***as with a broken bat until your colon and your fuckin' scrotum sac overlap
Where I'm from, I'm never going back, it's a dead end
Like a cul-de-sac so I'm spittin' boatloads of crack

[Chorus]
Let a n***a work his magic, I can show you how to gas shit
Where I'm from, I never had shit and I ain't ever going back bitch
Let a n***a work his magic, I can show you how to gas it
Where I'm from, I never had shit and I ain't ever going back bitch (Biatch!)
[Verse 2]
Ain't shit funny, I ain't heard a joke in months
I've been cleaning my house holding a sponge soaked in blood
Trying to knock Oprah up, I got her in a cobra clutch
When it come to flowing tough, I'm Midas with the golden touch
These rappers gettin' folded like laptops, I'm a rare n***a they can't see, a Sasquatch
The doc took a look at my heart and saw a black spot
I blast Glocks and give you more holes than some damn Crocs
Stu, I'ma get 'em, soon as you throw the hand sign
Tie 'em up and put a sock in they mouth like Mankind
I hate everybody, you ain't gotta understand why
Just go bellyflop on top of a fuckin' landmine
I be hella trippin', a real nutcase with more personalities than reality television
9/11 was an inside job and your bitch made my dick disappear like [Barry's Janice?]

[Chorus]
Let a n***a work his magic, I can show you how to gas shit
Where I'm from, I never had shit and I ain't ever going back bitch
Let a n***a work his magic, I can show you how to gas it
Where I'm from, I never had shit and I ain't ever going back bitch (Biatch!)