[Chorus]
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, n***a?)

[Verse 1]
Allow me to be an inspiration every morning when you get up (Okay)
It's okay to be yourself but you prob'ly should pick somebody way better (Fuck you)
You ain't just mad, you mad mad, I got a career full of quotes that'll leave you in a fiery roast like Pete Davidson's dad
I'm a caveman that is hateful and sad, from a satanic cradle in the badlands
That never еvolved past eating human flesh with his filthy hands
Kneeling ovеr medieval sand, slash you with ripped in half Miller cans
Half of these widow lyricists in demand sound like Chino cover bands

[Chorus]
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, n***a?)

[Verse 2]
How far must I go to prove that I don't need your love
A beast for blood, I'm a big n***a, I give my own self a group hug
I got no conversation for you groupie funky bitch
Your weave is longer than the time that you're spending with your kids
I'm colder than the capital of Alaska, Juneau
I stand behind Alec Baldwin, because, you know
I don't wanna see Travis Scott performing because you know
I'm the type to kill n***as because I sell coffins, why am I like this, yo?
[Chorus]
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, n***a?)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, pure spasm, my tongue is the gun crafter
Even with a double lung that'll succumb to glum asthma
I'm raw, I could tutor rappers
Even inhalin' Albuterol pumps air gaspin'
I'll have you in a hearse funeral trunks
I'm the unsuitable bastard / pastor
That has mastered unusual chunks of masses
Spitting brutal clumps of sarcastic beautiful Voodoo poems
That are eluded and proven that I move with diluded extra chromosomes
Studied and saluted by students in a Tibetan Buddhist purest natives
That are ancient inside of their makeshift homes

[Chorus]
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, n***a?)
[Verse 4]
King Chi bleeding on the throne
Happy to be alive and fucking breathing on my own
Yesterday me and Jesus Christ were speaking on the phone
He said that I inspired him to resurrect from sleeping in a tomb
So he granted me the power of scribbling miracles in a song
And provided me with women as muses that offered pleasing perfect womb
Wishing me death? I'm taking it as a compliment
You're scarier than ASAP Rocky overconfident, leaping into a lit moshpit

[Chorus]
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, n***a?)