[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

Y'all know me, got an oz of that O.G kush

Oh me, oh me, oh my, so high

I'mma piss and tell you it's rainin'

Everybody loves me like I'm Raymond

All I'm saying is bitch I'm famous

Head full of shit like a dick in your anus

Yes, I've risen to greatness

No religion could save this

I'm wasted and plastered

In outer space like I'm NASA

White in the face like I'm Casper

Basically baked like a cracker

So take this, you slackers

In the faces, you bastards

And I'm from a place they call Stratford

White boy, but no relation to Asher

I'mma pop up, like Jason and grab ya

With a blade that looks like it came off a tractor

Brain hanging after, chainsaws and laughter

Maniac, with a Masters in disasters

In the back, I am slaughtering crews

Make a move, I got audibles dude

I'm awkward and rude, gawking at you

Bitch, suck dick, out-clocking his crew

You ain't shit, face it

Back to the basics

Jack, I'm proud of my aces

Leave you with a belly full of lead like you ate some pages

Buddy, buddy, loosen your laces

Never see me badder type

I'm out of this world like a satellite

You're the faggot type

I don't even know what being average is like

So tell me, I bet that you would know

All day in the studio

Making hits, but truly though

I'm the shit, you can call me booty-hole

No Coolio, but I'm in paradise

Life's a game, but like a pair of dice

I'm on top, yes very nice

Good thing I ain't scared of heights

Y'all know me, still the same L-E-C-T-O-R

Smellin' me, like you're smelling pee

You're probably thinking who the hell is he?

Well you see, you mumbling bum

You're done, I've come with an abundance of puns

Against me your chance is a hundred to one

Only thing I'm under is the sun

Ring your doorbell, punch and run

Just for some fun

Fuck it, I'm dumb

Tighter than the buns on a nun

Iron liver, with a tough set of lungs

Yup, here he comes

Hut, hut, hike!

It's General Custard with a rusty pipe

Like FUCK YOUR LIFE

Here we go again