[Intro]

My dying battle

We shall be led into the presence of God!

In this world

There is no god

[Chorus: Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes]

Stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick (Yeah)

Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, bitch)

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, bitch)

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)

If I see that nigga, I'ma—

[Verse: dread scott]

It's a funeral, tell 'em cue the music

Pissed off, never been a buddhist

Don't play with God, nigga, won't He do it?

Lil' peasant boy, you been a nuisance

I'm flawless, uh, living in a land so lawless

Leave these liars lying where Allah is

Send ya head straight to the offering

What's a king to the prince of darkness?

Talk that shit, you niggas stay barking

Leave ya prints sitting in a coffin

Pockets big and I seen y'all watching

Stomp a nigga out I'm Travis- (Nah, don't finish that line)

I'm appalling

I'm a monster, I attack when I rap

Niggas twist ya cap just to check the fucking Snapple facts

I been the meanest

I don't really rock no Jesus pieces

But this is god shit, you ain't beating Beerus

I been so fearless, I seen it nearer

Only person I fear the nigga in the mirror

That's realer than y'all can say

I'm a black samurai like Yasuke

Tell me, who wanna fuck with the god today?

Headshot when I cock and aim, tell Yahweh "Hey"

See how we play, see how we aim

Really mean the shit that we say

Kill-cam, kill streak, instant replay

When you see them tags, then it's another kill

If I don't touch you, then this bullet will

Go straight through the wall like Bullet Bill

No safety on, but I pull it still

Watch 'em put they heads down like tornado drills

Make them bastards learn

Had to light a devil up like I pass the herb

Every time I pass through, know the caps'll burn

R.I.P., sleep tight, call him Mattress Firm, trigger finger antsy

And the grip don't slip, keep it tight as it can be

Bomb first like Pac, I don't got no plan B

'Cause they stay with a tool and they keeping it handy

So I stay close to death like Billy and Mandy, with a-

[Chorus: Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes]

Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Bitch)

Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, ooh)

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)