Dont pretend like you dont know who it is
Im shattering ribs till mind's fuzzy like mr pibb
I live, breath, and am intoxicated on this sh**
I made this here beat with no drop to piss off all these kids
f** it, i swear im lucifer reincarnate
In cardigans, drinking spiked egg nog by the car again
Every time my albums drop, the sun dies
You're a breath of fresh air, im a big gulp of monoxide
Sick of lying, keepin secret that i hold this mic
So my f**in family won't tell me this ain't christian-like
What? cause i talk about murdering the pope and sh**
You think i'll show up to christmas on dope and sh**?
The delusions are on point
Round of applause for the f*ggots who just got doinked
By the fact they expected some good tracks
With rhythm and dope lyrics but realized im out of joy
It's all a f**in ploy, i dropped some sick sh**
With multiple dope writtens and collabs with sick kids
But OHH i guess i drop too much
I need to back into the shadows and make awesome stuff
Cause if i just disappear and work on an album slow
It'll be a f**in masterpiece! watch and you will know!
Im on another level away from you f*ggots
You drop one track a year and hope they attract like magnets
I can see you cracked the code
You've been doin it 2 years but rap's something you know
sh**, when i see you on jimmy kimmel with some hoe
Then, and only then, you can tell me i told you so
How does someone with no life that's about to break
Have this many mountains of excrement on their f**in plate?
Pick the f**in date, cause im already baked
Pull the switch and k** off the final great, holiday