[Verse 1]

I see you rocking a Louis, a watch, and some jewelry

Best be giving all of it to me or I'll be popping a toolie

Swallowing phlegm halfway into hocking a loogie

In front of a bitch and wonder why she ain't more talkative to me

So many heads in the freezer it’s getting hard to reach the Hot Pockets

Sniffing glue and getting fuming that it’s not toxic

Sending snot-rockets into cups of hot chocolate for kids getting over colds

Rock an overcoat to the box office

As far as your whip’s breaks go, I detached the cable

At the very best you’re gonna be left toothless eating mashed potatoes

And if the wreck don’t bring damage to your ass that’s fatal

I’m going voodoo style - ayo, someone pass the Play-Doh

Pinkie up on the razor, I’m snorting fancy

Good lord, I’m antsy, and I got a temper like Gordon Ramsay

Calling C.O.s “Mary” and the fucking warden “Nancy.”

Shit, my mom should’ve pulled a shotgun when the stork was landing

Arthritic grip with the amount that I pull triggers

And I don’t break up fights, I cheer on with a foam finger

My bitch in vibrator mode like a phone with no ringer

But I want her fucking like I’m Hef and she’s a gold digger

Forged so many signatures, at this point I’ve ripped off cursive

Throw water under the hood as soon as your whip’s all serviced

We’re making a pit stop at the beach. Oh, you’re in flip flops? Perfect

Stick and apple on your head, aim, and miss on purpose

[Hook]

Y’all rappers are blood in the water

And this right here’s that Jaws shit

Break out the tubas, straight up you’re a gonner

Yea up in here it’s getting raw as shit

Looks like we got some blood in the water

And this right here’s that Jaws shit

You’re setting yourself up to get slaughtered

For claiming to be even half as raw as this

[Verse 2]

Let’s fight at the playground, around the corner from where the junkies are

Grammar school-style, I’ll leave you hanging from the monkey bars

Red hair and a knife, fuck Decibel, I’m Chucky, brah

CD’s so ill it comes with a contract and a monthly charge

Blowing up, but I ain't no hero, so don’t waste confetti

Ran into a burning building, left the kid there, and saved the teddie

Robbed the register, plus the leave-a-penny take-a-penny

Came back in 5 minutes and asked the cashier to break a 20

Taking my past douchiness to another degree

I’m stealing government cheese from starving mothers-to-be

Be fucking with me, you’re death’s gonna be something to see

I’ll play reverse hangman and chop limbs while you’re hung from a tree

This white boy’s the black coffee of rap - I ain't got no equal

Dumping bags of strictly-made-of-bones people at Home Depot

How the fuck can I go Walter White with the stove repo’d?

You’re shocked I’m a .08? It’s a bigger deal if I drove legal

Only thing on my mind is which vodka I’ll rip shots of

Shoving nerd-ass zit-poppers in gym lockers

Illest hip-hopper and shit-talker, trick-dropper like Vince Offer

Murder weapon getting cleaned with the Slapchop in the dishwasher

Clean money’s got my dick softer. How quick can it get laundered?

Called the nurse’s tits “knockers” and now I gotta switch doctors?

Every action I take’s a red flag, like when I did soccer

I know the first four were rough, girl, but how’d you like a fifth stalker?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

You see your checkbook? You hand me that, you get your Camry back

Plus the family cat, but your son? I don’t know where he’s at

It’s a scary fact I’m crime-spreeing while drugs have got me handicapped

Your mom’s on line 2, but tell her she ain't getting her panties back

Lob City? Not with me, fuck Clippers, I got a razor blade

That I’m taking to your skull til I’m shaving brain

Was a good kid, but from GTA games I was made insane

Now I’m fucking up more tricks than an inebriated David Blaine

Making a noose, got a tight rope like the Wallenda brothers

Dear Woodchipper, thanks for making sure those bodies ain't been recovered

Such a nightmare I got the closet monster hiding in the covers

Hey, escort service, the bitch is dead, send another

Drop some spare clothes in a box and donate books

Then throw in a match and spill some propane - oops

I ain't been eating powdered donuts, it’s called cocaine, toots

Killed my manager then still bitch about how my shows ain't booked

Novacaine, doc? Shit, I already got liquored and bought pliers

But, fuck it, try the I.V., as if it’s possible I got higher

All these pills I’m a Tic Tac from foaming like a rottweiler

Took so much acid earlier, I could just burp and rot iron

Gator bill so high I ain't even got fluids in the dang moat

But you’re still getting chucked in, cuz I’m doing it insane, yo

Hating Decibel? Those wack thoughts are ruining your brain, bro

Keep ‘em up and you’re two minutes from Huey Lewis and a raincoat

[Hook]