[HOOK] (B-Raid)

Gotta be pissed off to make a sick song..

These thoughts are clouding my head..

Get some Ridol ‘fore I shit all over the beat..

You're winding up plagued..

Ain’t never heard no shit like this, this shit's the shittiest shit spit yet..

Uh-huh, sippity tee top vet..

Man this shit doesn't even make sense..

Gotta be pissed off to make a sick song..

These thoughts are clouding my head..

Get some Ridol ‘fore I shit all over the beat..

You’rе winding up plagued..

Ain't never hеard no shit like this, this shit's the shittiest shit spit yet..

Uh-huh, sippity tee top vet..

Man this shit doesn't even make sense..

Uh!..

[VERSE 1] (B-Raid)

Two people in a Maserati cruising like they got a body, dodging copies, listening to a new Snoop Dogg beat, somebody should've stopped me, Jav just looked at me, he's nodding, obviously he thinks the same but it's too late, I'm on the road to defiance, gotta be violent, lifting the wicked-est tyrant, shit is exciting, making me wanna go spitting the syllable migrant but this time it’s gonna be slowed down, I hate the way that you gotta make this pronunciation..

Fuck it, I’ve had it, driving me batshit, licking the chin of a fat kid, such a drastic basket case to say that shit's sporadic, come back elastic like I’ve been waiting for days in the attic, never the maddest but I could flip & then become an addict to causing havoc, tragic to think I'mma savage, (uh..)

Now I need a new rhyme to flow with, Javelin hit me with some words & I'll be glad to go in..

(Embassy..)

What the fuck?, you tryna enter me, I could be given the embassy, timidly I would produce a new entity, shit is horrendously insane!..

[HOOK] (Javelin)

Gotta be pissed off to make a sick song..

These thoughts are clouding my head..

Get some Ridol ‘fore I shit all over the beat..

You're winding up plagued..

You ain’t never heard no shit like this, this shit's the shittiest shit spit yet..

Uh-huh, sippity tee top vet..

Man this shit doesn't even make sense..

Uh!..

[VERSE 2] (Javelin)

I'm having me a broad in bed, she on the meds, my conscience said “better stop that!” but I gotta condom on, c'mon cmon shawty give me all you got, got alarm set for the break of dawn, you can make it home if you run run run..

Bet you be running cuz I hit your cunt like a button now you be rubbing up & down on your crotch & be itching a lot, yeah I need a prescription for pot cuz my visions are dark, I'm living apart & picking which image to flaunt, an imminent ominous innocent communist, psych!..

I don't play into the politics, I just say fuck it & dominate all of this, yeah.. (bitch..)

Dominatrices on scraped knees bowing to me, submitting to my bidding, kidding me?..

I ain't gonna have a kid that's a spitting image of me, I'm gonna have a toddler-like monster like Robert Thompson & Jon Venables, get it?, I'm sinister, cynical, diabolic & atypical..

Mighta lost my senses, I'm nonsensical like flawed lyrics from my noggin, bombing the way I'm talking often, jacking off to tentacle hentai, listen my senpai, I got the limp eyes cuz I sniffed five scripts, sigh..

I do not know if I can stop shoving the cock into her slot, bet, no I won't tap out til the cat's out of the bag pouncing on legs..

Let's let Leslie live, leapt into the Jeep, lead Leslie to leap from peak of the Baker Hotel, less legs left, head messed up, she's all crazy, she fell!..

Let's be honest I'm lead launching, dead wrong kid!..

I'm like Ted talking, best pompous predator walking, you confess often snitch, (stop it!..)

I'm demonstrative when I'm just storming in with the dark shit in my subconscious & all of this is my mantra bitch..

So you can hop on the rod, you're moronic, my chopping's a cinch

What am I saying?, this shit I displayed is in disarray, & it didn't make sense!..

[HOOK] (B-Raid)

Gotta be pissed off to make a sick song..

These thoughts are clouding my head..

Get some Ridol ‘fore I shit all over the beat..

You're winding up plagued..

Ain't never heard no shit like this, this shit's the shittiest shit spit yet..

Uh-huh, sippity tee top vet..

Man this shit doesn't even make sense..

[HOOK] (Javelin)

Gotta be pissed off to make a sick song..

These thoughts are clouding my head..

Get some Ridol ‘fore I shit all over the beat..

You're winding up plagued..

You ain't never heard no shit like this, this shit's the shittiest shit spit yet..

Uh-huh, sippity tee top vet..

Man this shit didn't even make sense..

Uh...