[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Ouija Macc (oh dear god!)
Draped in a enamel boy the Toof so hard
If it's for the set I'ma catch that charge
Both hands dirty throwing up my squad
I shed a tear cause I know I don't belong in heaven
I'll go to hell if it'll bring my family bad eleven
You think I'm evil now lil' woadie this a fuccin' smidgen
(?) cleansing my sins bitch I could kill a reverend
I get hot
Tootie fruity scared to take it where it could be
I hear you talking homie what are you doing
You get pool ball socced' holding guns you ain't shooting
Fucc around and get that (Whoopsie!)
Soldiers open up your skull and have a looksie
Looks like a bitches brain if you ask me
You ain't touching (?) toof including (?)