[Verse 1]
Y'all ain't ready for this one, hit with the fist but I'm rippin' this shit
Like Kemper with his mum, I'm gettin paper, you bitches get none
I get paper for hittin this blunt, you get some
Nonexistent, probably the problem is I'm not existin'
Off a list of medication with a head that's baked and
Got a lotta shit loose in my head, it's crazed, I'm dead and weight, I guess that you could say
That I've had better days, but if you wanna talk about a devil
Take your breathe away, my head's impatient
Every single screw is on the edge of placement, seven days in registration
Hatin' every second, wait, I'm on the edge of death and wakin'
Up at night to shed the snakeskin, different place and different time
And different night to end the dayshift, will my patience be awarded?
Will it fade away and ache? And if I try to find a way
To take a blade to end the pain, will it have meant a fuckin message?
Will it throw it all away and will it make it all the same
Or will it break all the terrain and make these motherfuckers
Want to read engravings on my grave?

[Hook 1]
Put it on my tombstone, and put it on my face
Put it on my will, will you tell it at the place?
Where I live, where I die, tell 'em that I ain't afraid, motherfucker, yeah
Put a lot of effort in this rap shit
You minus breathin' equals nothing, that's subtraction
Get more cash than a motherfuckin catfish
Who asks for your address then shows up with magnums
[Verse 2]
Me and my crew smoked eight g's
Turned around First Ave, got another motherfuckin' daydream
Everybody ready all the way, seems
For what? I don't know, but we still waiting
Not a lot it possible, improbable the thing seems
High as the fly with the ganja at they teeth
They think it's a game, but they ain't in the story mode
These stupid motherfuckers still in the tutorial
White little prick with the glasses on his face
Still break into cars, was a reverse-oreo
Lots a bad habits in 'em, lots of bad faggots with 'em
Lots of ash scattered on his desk with that 'baccy scent
My only pride in life was that I was a fuckin accident
My passion was irrational, the class would laugh when passed with them
They act like I was ass when I was passable, still ass a bit
Ill as a kid, and now I'm getting older so that's half as sick, yeah

[Hook 2]
Put all that shit on my grave
Put it on my tombstone and put it on my face
Put it on my will, will you tell it at the place?
Where I live, where I die, tell 'em that I ain't afraid, motherfucker
Put a lot of effort in this rap shit
You minus breathin' equals nothin', that's some math shit
Get more cash than a motherfuckin Black chick
Who blows on the corner for more than a half cent
[Outro]
Write a paragraph
On my motherfuckin' casket
Tell 'em where I'm at
Tell 'em that I want a classic
Imagine a platter with trophies on top
But I'm not 'cause it makes me a motherfuckin' savage
Put that shit on my tombstone and my motherfuckin casket