text: Uh, Jesus, heheh
  Nigga this is my cup
  Drink the cyanide up
  Dope as fuck
  So I would really shoot a group of guys up
  Deep thought Im often lost in 
  Put me next to awesome
  Still cant tell the difference
  Just like Asians with their eyes shut
  Butt fuck a couple Rots
  In the Wendys parking lot
  Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
  Cock-a-doodle
  Eatin toaster strudel
  At a nude beach in Rome
  In a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles
  My bitch is bad
  Mixed with a thicky ass
  Get my dicky rocky
  This will end up in a sticky blast
  Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now Im kicking ass
  Lifes a bitch, fuck college, mommy, I am ditching class
  I rather be happy than fucking forty
  So fuck the teachers lecture Im having Sydney record me
  For the 2Dope– 
  Oh well
  Lets get XXL to write us a fucking story
  Its sitting right in my lap, I see it
  Scribbled across the lines, I read it
  Im the fucking poet who knows it
  You know it, you bogus
  Comprehend the language
  You scared of war? Im all anxious
  We got the Angus if you want beef
  Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga
  Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga
  Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga
  Now have that burger, eat it fast nigga
  Fucking aw, get you some
  Obviously intended pun
  Same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done
  Custom made, one of one
  Sold out Roxy performance
  Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
  Started back in fucking London
  Cracker children wanted something
  They could bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces
  Moshing pits to breaking arms
  Zombie Circus not a carn–
  Evil wolves is on the farm
  And were all evil harmed
  Any sheep creep
  Quiet tendered sleep
  Make a peep
  Fucking body will go missing in a week
  Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking greek
  God
  Bastard was the shit, explains why it never leaked
  I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek
  Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak
  Oh, thats the black talking in me
  Let me down a couple cups of bleach
  Its sitting right in my lap, I see it
  Scribbled across the lines, I read it
  Im the fucking poet who knows it
  You know it, you bogus
  Comprehend the language
  You scared of war? Im all anxious
  We got the Angus if you want beef
  Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga
  Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga
  Now thats a burger for ya ass nigga
  Now have that burger, eat it fast nigga
  Free Earl, thats the fucking shit
  And if you disagree lick a couple pimple covered clits
  From some stripping lesbian dykes that fight niggas
  That like to rap about those dykes that fight niggas
  Alright
  Enough with this shit, lets talk business
  Acquire more currency, disregard bitches
  Go to Shakes house and play Goblin in his kitchen
  Then force him and his mom to listen to track six, then
  If he doesnt like it Ill just slice his fucking dick and
  Put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips is
  Take a bunch of pictures, and
  Post em on my Twitter, then
  Go to Jimmy Fallon, like Faggot, when we perfomin?
  Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin
  On the stage
  In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha
  Better get ya tanks before this wolf wars over
  History repeats itself, Im a O.F. soldier