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