[Intro]
(All my features are the ones from my body)
(Shut 'em off, kill 'em all with my shotty)
(Bury beats, bury bodies, now we stink because I'm rottin')
(And I'm drinking from the bottle and it's showin')

[Verse 1]
They said, "It's way too late to be a rapper"
Contain the flow, still waitin' for it to happen
This box I'm leaving, It's too small for what I'm droppin'
Seasons changing like my mind on the jeans that I been saggin'
To be a rapper, I don't need to be a trapper
Cop a trap house, it really didn't happen
Gravitate to the fields with the daisies
Oh T.T., that's me, I'll put my engine in a tractor

[Chorus]
(All my features arе the ones on my body)
(Shut 'em off, kill 'em all with my shotty)
(Bury beats, bury bodies, now we stink because I'm rottin')
(And I'm drinking from the bottle and it's showin')

[Verse 2]
Hairline's finished so it's time to get a transplant
Like Corona, I'm a virus, and that's facts
Glove up, I'm swinging
This vaccine is too strong, 6 ounce of a flu jab, I'm twinging
Now what you bringin'? Oh, that's different
You're tipsy, but I'm vicious
Surrounded by a pack of wolves and we all barkin'
I'm like a Tesla, plug me in and I'll start chargin'
Philip Taylor with precision my decisions, they irrational, exquisite, take my aim and I start dartin'
I'm never missin'
I'm eating so good, my bowels lookin' different
I look delicious

[Chorus]
All my features are the ones on my body
Shut 'em off, kill 'em all with my shotty
Bury beats, bury bodies, now we stink because it's rottin'
And I'm drinking from the bottle and it's showing
[Verse 3]
When I'm sane go and turn your fucking lights— (Yo, turn the fucking lights back on)
Thomas Edison invented all my problems
Like a lightbulb, I'm glowing, stacking up my peaceful wattage
Run away from the problems like my demons
I'm waking up from the dreams that I've been dreamin'
Suicide, like desserts, I've been waiting for the toppings
We line up to get some Childish when I'm droppin'
That shit is poppin'
And religions check the notion
What to pick? Kinda hard when I got options
You name it, I stock it
The cotton, the fabric, the labels, the pant-hose, deposits
Slow motion, the process
The linkups, it's no stress
I'm drippin'
My ice always meltin', I'm burnin', I'm gifted (G-g-gift—)

[Outro]
All my features are the ones on my body
Shut 'em off, kill 'em all with my shotty
Bury beats, bury bodies, now we stink because I'm rottin'
And I'm drinking from the bottle and it's showin'