[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Got me feeling like a f**ing dog, it's outside
[?] house and bars, furious k**er Curry is a f**in' god
[?] n***a no facade, I'm from a place where n***as switchin' squad
C3, C4 and all across the block
n***as out here blame flags
Purple, green or that all-black
f** around you get your a** taxed
Stick in the field you get wet
Like arcane and that mole rat
From Chuck E. Cheese, n***a let's take it back
Caught flaggin' by the stove
n***a hopped out the four-door
You know Mo thinks in slo-mo, like Trinity
You cross me like a trinity
Nevertheless it's meant for me
Extend my hatred wickedly one-hundred times infinity
Super Saiyan level hit the boiler point
Hotter than the [?] with the Devil in the back of a joint
First one to die is the one who's the hardest
Black Leg Carol City, b**h welcome to Muder Gardens
[Verse 2: Yoshi Thompkins]
Feel like I got the power, I'm higher the hip hop Messiah
I ain't f** Alicia Keys but a n***a on fire
That's prior to the fact that I'm rawer then unprotected s**
Eat some Chex cereal in the morning and then it's off for checks
And why n***as asking me to match spliffs
I'd rather stay home, break backs like Mike Smith
I'll write a cool mixtape drop it on Dat Piff
Now these hoes tryna use me I'm feeling a little thrift
Damn Josh you rap now, but I ain't talking about gifts
And I ain't talking about cliffs when I say I leave you hanging
'Cause you b**hes got the blues like a smurfet if you banging
And I ain't banging I'm just banging these hoes n***as claim they taming
I'm always rappin burning up like coal, aiming at you hoes
Women that don't have no f**ing souls their hearts a f**ing cold
Mines is bared a** on a igloo
So don't ask me do I care about these b**hes and what they
All do 'cause uhm
They probably what I'm getting through
Rapping f**ing hoes it helps me with what I'm getting through
Getting super wet and lay the pipe like a plumber do
The name getting known so these b**hes sticking like some
Glue, I'ma ball cause a n***a shine more than a car being waxed
Bought some armorall hoho, get off my santa clause
Cla** writing rhymes cause I don't have time for this work sh**
Probably high as f** I'm [?] weed I'm talking purp sh**
Teacher pa**ing out D's so yes I'm barely pa**ing
But I'm worried about the fashion and the b**hes in which
I'm smashing
Bust a nut and drop her off and then I dump her like some ashes
Like sorry Mr. Johnson, for this math I have no pa**ion
I'd rather make sweet love to the girl that sitting next to me
And flip her like a supreme deluxe Krabby Patty recipe
They like damn Josh how come you haven't blown yet
Because I haven't kissed enough a** to get known yet, dummy
[Verse 3: JK The Reaper]
n***as swear they get p**y but having phone s**
Tell her give me head 'til her forehead dome sweat
Meat cleaver flow for n***as thinking they raw
Leave you looking like DMX if you keep barking at the dogs
Check her call log, I bet you n***a I ain't call at all
To me it's 100 miss calls check her crib you'll probably find my
Drawers, and one of my balls
Why n***as always stall, I'm that n***a on call with three b**hes, ho I'm Jabber Jaws
And with the p**y cat doll, check my catalog dog
My catastrophic bombs will probably throw you off
n***as always coming soft, so I had to flip the script
I think I'm Da Vinci hiding images inside the script
Watching tales from the crip, lay my spread and then I dip
Say she want to take a trip well here's yo shroom take it
Have her seeing hyenas and sh**, like a safari
I'm on Safari you should Google me b**h
Before I put this Google Chrome and show yo' a** some digital sh**
I say it straight to yo face, no subliminal b**h
I slide through like I'm gumby
It's like Return of the Mummy, sh**'ll get ugly
Cause n***as in the field, no rugby
b**hes want to f** me, tell her that she lucky if I touch thee c*nty
I was probably riding out on my huffy, one deep
Riding through these streets like I ain't me, I'm a wolf
n***a and you looking like a black sheep
You would make a nice shirt, but it's too hot for the long sleeve
You looking cotton soft, I feed you to my offspring, f** you
[Verse 4: Mike Dece]
What the f** you need b**h
Never sold a copy I sell rocksies and I clean sh**
Cleaner than crispy, sort of like Whitney you O.D. b**h
Inhaling and smoking on sh** that's so potent it's making me see sh**
She's praising my cum like it's Jesus
I stay with the green, its too filthy for the OZ of it
A forest of trees, smoke so thick I can not breathe in it
Who's working like me b**h? I'm taking your millis' like Regis did
When you answer "B" but, playing these games will not give you sh**
And neither will we, but the d** set you up with a gun to your lips
I'm high as can be so, I do not really give a sh** like toilet for pee
Just like Humsy and Bill which I say with a brick, so f** the police
Sort of like bops on the cops they can s** my dick, not literally
Hoe said I'm cliche so I spray on her tits
She ice and she gliss, she's covered in jizz
k**ing these b**hes like serial disses
I leave them exquisitely k**ed in the trenches
Like water they wet
And my pistol is best cause it lock on like jaw when I sent to the head and I k**
You want some pills, I got tanks I got bells
Yes I know I'm k**ing you, but I have to pay the bills
Hoe I got sticks like a f**ing stick drill
Up in the lot like I'm [?] crack, all I know is how to k**
Decipher your head leave you split like her legs, or the motherf**ing seal
Cut these f*ggots up like some f**ing fish scale
Colored beam pointed at the demons where they dwell
k** a f*ggot cop, send his a** back to hell