[Verse 1]

Young Jeff Hardy, Swanton Bombing

I’m comin' down like Owen Hart but I ain’t fucking fallin'

I’d rather fall in style, so you may call it fly

But I don’t like to use these words other people like

I’d rather that you hate me, your girl she want to rape me

She say that I’m the best but I ain’t really into labels

Voted in school number one most hated

Voted in life most likely to fuckin' make it so I made it bitch

Now take it, don’t fake it, I know you fuckin' like it

18 livin' life how I motherfuckin' wanna

Y'all sittin' at your moms wishing you could get out

Can’t relate, left the house when I turned 16, fuck you talkin' bout

Fresh up out the slaughterhouse, fire-young dragon mouth

Jean jacket, shredded pants, Casey Jones in the house

The heat in the drought, the breeze in the night

The weed in the blunt and the flame to make it light

Breakin' these necks and I’m gettin' respect

Cuttin' these bitches like cuttin' these checks

And I’m fuckin' these beats like I’m fuckin' my bitch

And I’m fuckin' my bitch like I’m bustin' my clip

Like ‘Bang, bang’ and reload it, I cock back then I shoot it

See, I'm a night rat till I O.D or some shit real stupid

It’s like these females think I’m Cupid, they always actin' goofy

Bitch I don’t fuckin' like you therefore I don’t want to do it

Ho I pull up in that Prowler, blunt lit loud up

In the backseat, rollin' bones up, my graveyard too piled up

They tell me stop smokin', but I don’t give a fuck

Throw a middle finger up, fuck you and your fuckin' God

Bitch I pray to myself, I am the most highest

These rappers they say they smokin' but we know they fucking lying

They just trying to appeal to the kids, well bitch I am one

Hot Sauce flow, breakin' ankles like And-1

Kidnap the beat, leave a note for ransom

Young Heartbreak Kid, bitch your mom think I’m handsome