text: Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Overcast fame, wait until it rains flames
  Got an acid-washed brain, looking like bleach stains
  I blame the reign of fucking chains
  Thats why all of us are tame, staying in a fucking cage
  I cant live this way, while we harvest limited grain
  They stay sipping cold Moet
  Satan hears me pray, yes, I became his prey
  Blood leaks out my veins
  Got my palms pressed together as I whisper, Namaste
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Yung $carecrow with a couple pills foamin out my mouth
  Nicotine smoking, motherfuckers out the south
  I, I cop a slug, spray em up, let em lay in blood
  Stuck in the mud sippin Tuss, I cant give it up
  Dont give a fuck when the buds stuffed up in my blunt
  Im saying, Please, p-p-please dont make me make a stain
  Hollow tips in your brain, body filled with pain
  Come feel the reign of the clinically insane, ho
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane
  What is that stain?
  That is a mess
  Made on your shirt
  Sunk on your chest
  Dripping out wet and Im leaving the set
  Taking your heart with no evidence left
  Better expect
  To run out of breath
  Your life will consist of the end of reality
  Tell the police Im Baraka on coppas
  My Kombat is mortal from all the brutalities
  Put in the work with the deadliest faculties
  This is a robbery coming to peace
  Visit the haters vacate in the heat
  The Devils are proud of me now that I teach it
  The classes are over I am released
  The classes to wake up the students asleep
  Citizens playing the game 
  Its Lucifer shows at a pretty 
  Because me really love to make a stang
  Mister high-capper, dont make me touch ya, mane