[Verse 1]

It's D.Lec in case you ain't recognize the voice yet

The best thing to happen to hip-hop since Em and Royce met

But boy, I'm stressed, got a pocket full of voided checks

And a poison pen to deploy on you annoying pests

Enjoy the stench as you watch your own flesh melt

Man on fire, but I don't see Denzel

They say alls well that ends well, then well

Let me ask you, where you headed, heaven or hell

I'll kill you, then eat your poodle with oodles of noodles

Doing voodoo in a blue [?]

With [?] my yoohoo and put it on YouTube

I'm mother fucking cuckoo, my circle's full of bad apples

But you're the fruit-loop, you're gonna shoot who

Where's the camera, fag

I'm talking about your iPhone, probably in your handbag

You want the truth, man,relax, you can't handle that

Cut your arms off at my show and ask where your hands at

I fucking hate carrots, hashtag random fact

The other day I looked at my Pops and said

Damn Dad, you made one badass motherfucker, you're the man for that

Now welcome to my planet, Danimal's back, my plan of attack

Requires a gram and a wrap, a handle of Jack, can of Whoopass, and a Hannibal mask

Plus a split candle and gas, I told you I'm going to blow up

And if not, well the bomb squad better show up

And no one make a sudden move, I've had enough I'm through

With what I've seen on the fucking news

The government's corrupting [?]

So fuck me, then fuck you too

I live by a different set of rules, number one, never lose

America's Worst Nightmare