Verse 1 [Joyner Lucas]:
Riding with the riders, with the mileage on the pilot
Couple bottles and some models and some condoms we be wildin'
Choppers in the closet, for the watchers who be plottin'
Watch me burn this sh** down, like Sodom and Gomorrah
My mama and father had some problems but regardless
It was obvious, I would be a f**ing monster and a goblin
k**ers move in silence but gorillas move with violence
And my n***as move with choppers, and maracas, and Obama's
And the time here, lamas and the tommy guns
Tomorrow never promised but I'm promising your time is up
Line em' up, Eeny, meeny, miny, grab a shawty, every body f**
Heard your b**h a hottie but she prolly, well not prolly, f**
Stopping out you soul until body jump, copy cut
Semi colon, space point, comma what? I'm a nut
Wave strong enough to f**ing stop a truck
Smack you with a hockey puck, rip your f**ing pockets off your Hollister
Chores [Joyner Lucas]:
Climbing through your windows with a hollow pipe, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Ninja blades, twin razors and an army knife, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Ski mask rubber gloves, cutting all the lights, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Vest on, suited up like an armored knight, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Hook [Joyner Lucas]:
Yo, I try and, I try and tell these n***as man
They not, they not f**ing with me man, I, you know what I mean?
I've been doing this sh** since I was like 9, 10, you know what I mean?
I can do this in my sleep man
Verse 2 [Joyner Lucas]:
Son of an artist, I'm f**ing bonkers, I roam with bosses
f**ing your daughters, your mothers, aunts, in your uncle's office
Born in a carriage a couple horses while jumping off em'
The cops chasing, I f**ing lost em' that's f**ing awesome
Joyner the puppet master, I'm stabbing your lung and fracture your back
Till your nuts will crack in your sack to your f**ing bladder
Funny how now suddenly everyone's a bunch of rappers
They just a bunch of band wagon hopping f*ggot maggots
Got magic racket, hacky sack it's in my khaki jackets
A cream colored hat to match it with it after taxes
These little hoes know my name they ain't have to ask it
The rap a**a**in, I'm action Jackson the cash attack a freakaziod
Frankenstein, eat the boy, follow me on Twitter catch me at the BET award
Looks can be deceiving I'm the daemon in your ouija board
Sneaking through your basement I be creeping and I never make a freaking noise
Chores [Joyner Lucas]:
Climbing through your windows with a hollow pipe, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Ninja blades, twin razors and an army knife, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Ski mask rubber gloves, cutting all the lights, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Vest on suited up like an armored knight, I can't wait for tomorrow night