[Produced by: Hit-Boy, Amadeus The Great]
[Intro: Murder Z, EveryDay Rapper]
Shout Out to Monty, Keyvon, Brennen, Ethan, A$AP, Zyeir, Adobee, the whole group
Yo kick that sh** Sean!
[Verse 1: Murder Z]
I'll do a drive-by on a tricicle
Got your girl on my nuts for 1 nickel
k** a Communist with a hammer and a sickle
Uh
I'm crazy, a skitzo, a wack job
Cut your head off with a hacksaw
Body slam you on the asphalt
Leave your ugly a** with a cracked jaw
Yea i'm straight up penthouse livin
Smacked 6 b**hes for trippin
Too much East-coast dick-lickin
But f** it, i am the sickest
YAWK YAWK!
k** that sh** E!
[Verse 2: Everyday Rapper]
When i'm on the stage, yeah i shine bright
I be picking it up, like it's fight night
Yo, you can see me on the stage
I be crazy, like a road rage
Nobody wants to save me
Because i'm f**ing crazy
I'll slap a b**h in a minute
If you're in it to win it
I have nothing to say
Just remember this by the day
My rapper name is EveryDay
So just say your stage
And just shine and fade away
I'm bout to slay your legs away
Then i'll cut your neck with a razor blade
You ain't nothing to me
So get your b**h a** and watch a movie
[Verse 3: Amadeus The Great]
I'll roll a doobie, i'll roll a blunt
I blunt raps with these blunts
I hit you front
In the face, and just incase
You don't remember
Your chick said my dick was quite tender
Like a tender steak
All you n***as fake
You sound like Drake
I can take
A whole minute
To take this track and spin it
In a web, Charlotte's Web
What i said
Can be written, i'm sh**tin, I'm spittin
On your shoes, What can i do?
I can do anything! what can i say?
You're a f*ggot, it means you're f**ing gay!
You're a dike, you ride a bycicle
You're booty tickled, this f**in' sickle
Can get sticked in your head
Listen to what i said, listen to what i said!
Yup, you're hella bent, when i represent
Have you dent
In the mouth, have you goin south
Gonna s** a dick, on your knees saying please
You can put it in your mouth and say cheese
You b**h n***as, you witch n***as, you quick n***as
You slow n***as, you don't make no dough n***a
Now shout it all, you can s** on my balls we hella tall
6-foot, 7-foot, 8-foot 9
When i rhyme, i put a nine clip up to your head
And then you be marking everything i f**ing said
I be poppin lead
Up into your house
It's a drive-by, why would i lie? i'm a nice guy
But i fight like, i'm in the fight club
Rule number 1, don't talk about fight club, you f**-f**!
You can s** nuts, or s** 2
Testes in your mouth like a test tube
I won't test you
I'll let you live if i get
The life from you i take it i f**in say it
I f**in spray it
This is the best sh**, it's Amadeus