text: Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
  Alright, thats cool, well see
  Strict top of the crop shit
  Crushin muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
  Dollar cents since shit, sense I aint lost it
  Its in a fuckin jar with guitar picks and bar spit
  Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
  Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dads dick
  Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that Im back, bitch
  Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
  Take a firm standin, nine on the tracklist
  Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
  Niggas gettin comfy on the couch, I aint havin it
  Kickin gluteus maximus, killin niggas on accident
  Just watch, Imma kill em all
  Just watch, Imma kill em all
  Just watch, Imma kill em all
  Just watch, off em!
  Off em, no off days, no debates, bitch
  Box logo switchblade, and cocaine
  In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
  The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
  Rippin out braids with bare hands amazes
  The crowd go crazy, hands raised, Im laced with
  Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
  Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit
  Hells angel, crack Christ cross the face
  With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
  Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings
  Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin
  Just watch, Imma kill em all
  Just watch, Imma kill em all
  Just watch, Imma kill em all
  Just watch, off em!
  Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamelas
  Amateur threesome with Hannah Montanas manager
  And Miley feedin me sandwiches for my stamina
  And Santas in the back laughin cause my backs crampin up
  Mrs. Claus trippin balls, think she had enough
  And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us
  Flyer than your man because Im lampin up
  At the airport smokin hash with all the fuckin baggage handlers
  Flowin like the mothafuckin aqueducts
  Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick