[Intro]
And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds

[Verse]
Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him
His head up his ass, I'ma have to headbutt him
Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach
It's me, LT, like when you heat butter
Old pussy in a can, red is the flag
Fuck with me wrong, I'll put your head in your hands
There'd be blood everywhere, I got Bloods everywhere
I'm a alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel-Air
That's real n***a talk, these n***as speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard, we get concussions
N***as can't see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid
You could find me on Collins like Bootsy
I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that Trukfit
Your girl do tongue tricks, and you sweeter than one-six
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase
You fuckin' with some n***as that'll murk y'all
N***a, you softer than a motherfuckin' Nerf ball—bird call!
Brrrr! What happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!