[Verse]:
Nobody will be fucking with my repertoire as soon as i start playing with a red guitar
America is where i'm from, but i don't really rep it hard
I should know that i'm not from the boondocks, riley escobar
I just stole a n***a's phone and he shouldn't have left it charged
Had to write down something normal just to keep the rest bizarre
Cut down a tree, cut it more to get an epic log
Never getting credit like my surname's really "debit card"
You should go and set applause for my first arrival at the seminar
Fuck you n***as, you never mentioned me in your credits call
Guess you motherfuckers won't see me until the epilogue
Think about what the whores say in Norway or I'll slam your fucking head inside the doorway, I'll lyrically murder you in more ways than you know, I need a nurse to birth the first curse before it's asshole bursts, keep it creative and wacky, I'll rap faster than a semiautomatic, so you'll know that I blast heat, I'm radioactive, sailing goes backwards, smoking some Backwoods, I keep my rhymes nasty, and my voice can turn super raspy, the glass be anywhere that you're fasting, core collective and directive intercepting missiles with a pistol, I kissed your cousin named Crystal, so it's official and greatest than Fisher impulse, somersault into one assault and into another, fuck your mother and attack your brother's lover and pull her heart out, stomp on it and leave it smothered
Juice boxes, tube socks and loose locks, then
I never felt better than late bastards
I feel more malevolent than sadistic slave masters
I hate rappers
I'm better off making you into a tape wrapper
Masturbate faster
Make that into a bate snatcher
I'm about to cum so why does the wait matter
You're a fat bitch so why does the fucking weight matter
Eight ladders
I can't splatter
So why does it fucking matter about the bitches
Them bitches just gonna switch and get an ambition to play n***as
I hate vigorous n***a lips
Gay Enderman
So fucking bizarre that I put a plate in her
C'mon, waste dinner
We'll ambush you with knives, wives, we'll be ending your life
Vegetarian sides
Bury your wife alive in the scariest nights
I'm wary of flight, so I continue to carry the light in horrorcore, morbid whores
Foreign swords slicing down some former doors
Orange or the 4 inch core
Sworn it wore the trenchcoat
Just take your lame ass onto the bench, though
The stench cloaked the good smells
I'll never wish you good, well
Unless I throw you down a good well
I would tell
I'll cast a fucking wood spell
You should've fell
I hate people
I'm the late evil
I'm the epitome of efficient breeds
You couldn't lead a fucking rock band
My fire bars explain why you got tan
Cock Stan's gun and block man
We're white people so we say the n word
We're Vietnamese, so we hid in trees till your men are hurt
I'll destroy a n***a's life in 10 words
Yeah, I can defend or cause more controversy
Of every kind of rapper, I'm one of the worst three
So if you need to care about someone, then it's the first me
You're only worth things that are the worst, please
I'm your best friend like I'm Coach Steve
My girth's thick, I love making her bleed
My mom even once threatened to murk me
I can't keep a straight face, ironically and absurdly
You can't hurt me, fuck fat ferrets
Flags fishing for nefarious, hilarious berries and flaring us with some tunnel control
I want it, it's old
Got funnel? Well, no
Why I ain't got it, why don't you
I smack fat bitches, I'm mad viscous, I'm mad, get it, angry and insane
I kick brains out of lame kids, same