(Y'all been forewarned)
Illuminate the crowd, now bow down for the most quiet loud mouth
Oh, I'm not rude just trying to be legitimate
Ridiculous stimulants all through ya, ligaments
I, bought these gold grills now take me less serious
Pierce-ing penurious, made me more delirious
Don't say it, gold on my chest open shirt at the banquet
I, made the cremation that caused your burned fat
Go ahead and dust your shoulders, you earned that
Uh, walk in with a gold oni mask
Leave 'em under pressure just in case Dave Bowie asked
Heh, go figure, hearing 'em wine rap game fine vineyard
Hear these lines bind without the help of Isaac
Leave your eyes sick, hotter than dry climate
Show 'em no mercy, life ain't sweet, here's a box with a hearse, see?
Hehe, Hershey
Life is not sweet