[Commentary: Manaz Ill, Complete]

Yo, what’s good? This is Manaz Ill

You’re checkin’ out my favourite chain smokin’

Pickle hatin’ Mi Goreng enthusiast, Complete

On the “While We Wait” mixtape

Stay tuned for the album (Oi)

[Verse 1: Complete]

An awkward loner, snorting a mort’s aroma

Then thought that I caught pneumonia from porkin’ an organ donor

Of course I’m over, I just ordered my fourth Corona

‘Cause forcing abortions sober is boring as your persona

‘Causing an orphan home to regret when I get tossed in one

And blocked the bunk beds with the heads of some dead foster mums

So watch your tongue like a lesbian’s wеt boxers done

Or I’ma catch diseasеs and spread ‘em to Red Cross for fun

What’s for lunch? Fake rappers’ careers

Say their name three times and a gay faggot appears

I stay savage and fierce with blades, daggers, and shears

So my peers’ brains splatter on stage managers’ ears

A face fatter than Sia’s, a mentally ill Beethoven

If I’m not paid, eventually tills break open

I ain’t jokin’, I’m meant to be Bill Gates loaded

All you lame posers eventually will take notice

[Chorus: Complete]

I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble

I’ma make the underground crumble

I’m tumble

Weed

Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle

I won’t hear another mouth mumble

I’m tumble

Weed

I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble

I’ma make the underground crumble

I’m tumble

Weed

Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle

I won’t hear another mouth mumble

I’m tumble

Weed

[Verse 2: Complete]

Oi, Shaker, we should [?] rape a boy later

We’ll enjoy some fuckin’ with invoice paper

Voice changer me, make me sound like a moist Vader

Luke! I am your daddy, do you enjoy danger?

The [?] saviour of rap in its fine form

Take a look at all of these amateurs, I scorn

The Psych Ward’s back with the damage of nine storms

And only battin’ an eye when we jack it to blind porn

A jacket that I’ve worn, your missuses wanna sniff it

I flick them a drop of jizz and their clitoris pocket shivered

I’m a freak for the hell of it, but bitches are often frigid

So I’m leavin’ the cell a bit like prisoners on a visit

I’m kiddin’, I’m gonna stick it inside ‘em with no lube

I got stars on my balls, I’m excited as Goku

There’s no crew of rappers alive that I won’t hu-

Miliate, silly fakes just die when they’re ’sposed to because

[Chorus: Complete]

I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble

I’ma make the underground crumble

I’m tumble

Weed

Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle

I won’t hear another mouth mumble

I’m tumble

Weed

I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble

I’ma make the underground crumble

I’m tumble

Weed

Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle

I won’t hear another mouth mumble

I’m tumble

Weed

[Verse 3: Complete]

There’s no competitors, only effortless weak attempts

Dissin’ me? You’ll go to Heaven and see your friends

The beef will end when you’re smokin’ meth in the street with men

Eat cement, fucker, and don’t you mention Complete again

At least a ten, my sex appeal is noteworthy

Your woman don’t even check the seal, she’s so thirsty

She tends to squeal, “Let me feel”, or “Don’t hurt me”

Like the bong when the session’s real, the hoe’s dirty

My flow’s dirty, I’m one of a kind for sure

Like Chris Pratt when he summons a dinosaur

A bit fat, but your mum is a slimy whore

Stickin’ my dicksack up in her giny-door

Listen; you’ve been officially briefed

The scene is a ghost town and the city’s deceased

Consider it breached, you’ll see no citizens speak

Except this tumbleweed spittin’ through these hideous streets, Complete

[Chorus: Complete]

I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble

I’ma make the underground crumble

I’m tumble

Weed

Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle

I won’t hear another mouth mumble

I’m tumble

Weed

I ain’t tryna fuckin’ sound humble

I’ma make the underground crumble

I’m tumble

Weed

Blowing through a fucking fowl jungle

I won’t hear another mouth mumble

I’m tumble

Weed