[Verse 1: OXXYO]
Jello gotta whip that beat up
Crack in the dungeon
OutKast plaster the feet up
You Meet the three that'll damage a Prius
Immediately get Heated
When the v get a mic inbetween us
We leave these wanna bes in the dust
Like Jesus f** you mean it's easy to be us
Run up in a motherf**in target
To get
Target practice
I don't give a f** about the
Casualties
I catch on
Average
You are just a bunch of little
b**hes
Don't go
Try to get
At him
I don't think you want it better
Wrap that slap that
Back in a package
Eat these beats like
Cake n a fat kid
Beat up ya parents for
Makin ya f*ggot
Then holla at yo b**h like
Aye thottie wa**hapanin
Rolling all black with villains from batman
I will slap affleck with the
Front of my back hand
O Double X Y
Diary of a madman
Aimin AKs at
Rapist Racist
Anyone that get up in my
Way gets wasted
Face it
I'm re- placing
Yo favorite MC
Straight
From yo playlist
Ah
They Get erasin
Names it's crazy
Came in the game with
Patience waitin
Blunt to my face
Eight strains in a
Spaceship
Takin the main stage
Anger and hate this
Sane irritation
Pain to contain it
Tick in a time bomb
Ba** in the basement
Make yo emotional mask
Get a face lift
And if you wonder what the f** is up and any enemy that wanna get the gun I run up
As sure as sun up
I'm done I been over this
I will see you on the come up
And if you really wanna problem with the lot of em
Highly suggest that you
Take it up on ya own time
Wait till the chrome 9
Meet the bottom of the barrel
Living in yo mind
Ah
Smokin a spliff and I
Sip the 40
In another universe like
Rick and morty
When I look up in the mirror
My sh** distorted
But I got it all covered like my
Chicks abortion
Got my head up in the cloud
And my dick in orbit
Lung full of OG chronic smoke
And a stomach full of candy
And captain Morgan
Ah
Carton of Marlboro blacks a week
And a bong that's packed
Fulla mid grade weed
And a hitta
Get up
With a little
Bit of
Independent
And raw
Talent in it
Took off
Been a minute
I rock
Pilly is in
The spot
With a vixen Atop
A unicorn that talks
And I'm on enough d**
For this song to make sense
So the voices escape the
Confinement instead
And my hands aren't to blame
When you ask why I'm dead
There's more to the story than
What's in your head
Y'all wanna bring that drama drama
Better consider yo mom a gonna
Hit ya auntie yo mom n daughta
Tearing the walls like a f**in pirhanna
Ed gein
Jeffery dahmer
Henry Lucas
On my mama
Tryna get the comma comma
Common denominator promise
Immuna get that safe deposit
Box and rob ya
Baby momma
Oxxy