[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Live from the east side of GA
Your throat got a date with this chain saw blade
Don't be late
I'm scorching, I cremate
Create
sh** that'll make you decay
Hating a** n***a s** my D-I-C-K
No hablo Ingles
Word to Enrique
Iglesias
Grandmama pray for us
You prey to us
We roll it up and lace it up with Angel Dust
And hit it 'til it strangle us
No church in the wild b**h we Athiest
k** a microphone
You a f**ing maricón
Can't kick his way out of a wet bag of styrofoam
Bite the f**ing barrel, let you fire on
Cut your f**ing face off and try it on
Five greatest rappers
Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, and Dylan
No, it's Jarren Benton with the nylon
Stocking on his face and the xylophone
Ain't no telling what pharmaceutical that I am on
(I only did Jarren's verse. Maybe someone else could finish up the lyrics)