[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
East Side ‘til I die ho, f** you to my rivals
Holy Bible, a**ault, rifle
I’m high as hell like Micheal
Jackson on propofol, Tylenol, howdy y’all?
Hatin’ n***as I'm ridin’ off
In A spaceship on gold D's
I freebased then OD’d then I wake up in the ER
Why am I such a retard?
Your girlfriend such a sweetheart
She gave me head in a cheap car
In the back seat, we are not alike
I’m a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat
Say one word to me wrong, then
It’s click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under
Yup, put a little coke in my nose
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Okay, I wanna f** Marilyn Monroe
If I can’t get the p**y I’ll be satistfied if she
Let me put my dick on the side of her toes
M.O.B., no time for hoes
Dick hang like no time for clothes
After I bust, vamonos then I’ll take these hoes at the Domino’s
I crumble those p**y rappers then stuff his a** in an envelope
Shout out to my homeboys who can’t smoke because they’re on parole
Pour beer on the b**hes head while gettin’ head
Get so high, forget my name
She called me Jarren, I slapped the ho, b**h this is Fred
I’m gettin’ bread like Pillsbury
The p**y can’t be real hairy
If she looks like Chewbacca with no clothes on, that’s real scary
I put the beat in a body bag, then throw that sh** in the crematory
Mr bartender I’ll throw a Molotov co*ktail at your green Ferrari
My brains on the back of a milk box
f** y’all, kick rocks
The way that I murdered these verses
f** it, you might as well say I k**ed Hip-Hop
[Hook: Planet IV]
So tell that hatin’ n***a he can go and eat a dick
Cause to be honest really I don’t give a sh**
I got a burner for my enemies and foes
Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
And if you see me pullin’ up in with my clique
Just know we came to go retarded in this b**h
We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose
Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Thank God for My Grandma’s Basement
I coulda been livin’ on the pavement
I woop a n***a's a** like Texas Walker and spaz on hoes like cavemen
Nah n***a these ain’t Ray-Bans
I’m throwed off b**h like Rainman
Made a p**y pop then breakdance
‘Til my dick kiss the Holy Ghost, b**h Amen
Christian Dior my fragrance
America caucasians’ favorite
n******g, put a f**in’ rapper on a grill with a side of collard greens and ate ‘em
I’m still tryna f** Candy Latham, now I can probably f** Raven-
Symoné, show up at her house at night with a side of that Canadian bacon
Yeah, As-Salāmu 'Alaikum, Rambo gun b**h, spray ‘em
f** y’all n***as still hatin’, f** these hoes don’t save ‘em
I keep a hat low like Raiden, get blown with Eddie Van Halen
Knock-knock, anybody home in my head, y’all hoes know my f**in' brain's vacant
b**h, I came off of a Wu-Tang, gettin’ paper like Bruce Wayne
I got an Asian ho that s** dick and do Kung-Fu like Liu Kang
Blowin' gasoline and butane, my last album had 2 Chainz
Yeah I’m tryna eat every rapper, I’m a f**in’ beast on that food chain, b**h!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Planet VI]
It’s Planet VI in this b-i-t-c-h and I see why I receive hate
Cause even back when I was me how they couldn’t see
May ironic, so sick that it makes ya vomit
Ladies wanna f** my pockets to make love to my wallet
Instead they said if I hoppin’ on top of my dick like a rabbit
Pull my plug in her socket sit back I just let hot rocket
And you don’t know how we to drop it
Is it a bird or is it a plane
b**h, I’m more like an unidentified flyin’ object, I’m alien fresh
Now you can see how an alien dress
Ain’t no time for takin’ a rest
Cookin’ up raps when I’m in the both
I might as well put my hair in net
But I don’t think that they hearing me yet
Should I yell, should I scream
Just so you could know what the f** I mean
Didn’t nobody tell you that I’m crazy
And I’m insane at the same damn time
Since I was a baby it was my plan of makin’ the game mine
Throwin’ up V-I, please do not mistake that for a gang sign
And I’m a P.I.M.P., so you know that I only attract dimes
I’m number eleven on top of the Richter scale
I’m k**in’ the game and spittin’ them bars
So I should get sent to jail
I’m out of your league ho
Now all I see is green, pockets on Cee-Lo
Ballin’ on these foul a** n***as, f** a free throw
[Hook]