text: Yap, yap, yap
  I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  Nigga behave
  I cant behave, Im down to rage, been up for days
  They treat us like slaves, Im tryna get paid
  You niggas tryna get paid
  This that moment I been waitin for
  This the reason why I banded for
  This the reason told my momma get back of the backin board
  And the vaccum doors, in the bathroom 
  Then the commas, the commas
  And her son had started drama
  Had these independent bitches
  Been up poppin, last a minute
  Had a lot of all us in it, feel it
  My, my, my, my, sippin, mixin hypnotize
  Did it in the vibe, really, really, really mine
  My done died, we whippin it out
  Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave
  Turn this up, teacher
  Play this in the third grade, in the third grade
  This one right here for the kids at the grade
  In the third grave
  How come you want it? Cant fuck with the bitch
  This one aint fair, this one for family
  This one the damn, this one I thank
  Thats when thought it was safe and it wasnt
  Pointer me, Allah, some on your water
  Im callin your mada, call on the collar