text: White bitches, white girls, white drugs
  Black girls dont do it but my type does
  Fuck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand
  Until I give her gashes where its nothin but the white meat
  E-T-I-H, Ws, double Ds on her knees
  White gargle yellow fuckin bumblebees
  Use whiteys as my dinner course for intercourse
  So much fuckin white make Darth Vader have a thinner force
  But of course, Im the white boy that shows no remorse
  Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse
  Blacc Friday, fuck a Nigga Friday, umm
  Wolf Gang make a white pregnant bitch wan abort
  Bring the remainin red and white pieces to the fort
  Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang
  With a white box logo with a couple stains
  From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray
  Oh wow, Obilivion stump
  I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk
  What the fuck? Gee Willikers and no, Im not drunk
  I coulda sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch
  Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories
  Im not a murderer, this occurance that isnt happenin
  Is sporadically damagin my reputation
  See Im a good guy but when I see dead casualties
  My penis gets erected and nipples are such aroused
  And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house
  And three hours in the showers with the corpse
  Ive ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what, umm
  Rileys bodys entirely covered and tied up
  From my desire, now look at the fuckin irony
  I killed my manager with an iron
  All because the bitch finally decided to fire me
  Back at Travis house even though that faggot admires me
  All because I heard that he was talkin to Danielle
  So now that I finally made that fags head handheld
  He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail 
  First letter says motherfucker youre dead
  The king of comedy heard everythin that you said
  And Just in Time your head is mine
  You crossed the fuckin line like them dirty Mexicans
  Second letter reads: Hey son, its me
  Fuck you, Im a subject without my permission
  Third letter quote hey Ace Im addicted to coke
  Wanna ask how I been so?
  I make songs about shit for attention
  Put them out randomly hopin that I get some
  I got problems in my head that I want, no
  But I dont trust anybody, yeah no one
  Savin up 24 bullets with gun
  Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm
  Hopefully the next album can help me out
  Cause Im now, livin this life with foolproof doubts
  So, I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed
  But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous