You hear the sirens (whoo whoo)
I'm on fire, I'm hot dog, call me Mr. Oscar Myer
I'm stuck to the game, throw away the f**ing pliers
I'm a pro, excuse me who let in these f**ing miners?
I'm sick like aids, you don't wanna f** with me
Matter fact ain't nobody round here even touchin me
Here's a little freestyle for my youtubers
I'm here to clean game up, where's my poop scooper?
There it is, I got it
There's no need to be alarmed
Listen close, I'm an arsen over fiscally unarmed
Means when I spit
I spit that braa, then I hit targets dead center like an heart attack
I'm spittin it slow so ya'll can understand
When I f** Alice, I take her to a wonderland
Enough of me bragging about what's under my underpants
Ima call you h*mo's cause your tryin hard to touch us man
But you can't, but, but, but, but you can't
But, but, but, but you can't
But, but, but you can't you can't touch me, no never