[Verse 1]

Oh look at that dude, he's all shot up like beef stew

Would eat him, but that's DOOM's job

Now it's on the news as I listen to some blues

While I see a bunch of hypocrites saying all their clues

And I'm all ears, not about it

I doubt it, with a bunch of niggas selling free clout

Tryin twist a young nigga's words

Tryin leak a young nigga self

Memes and needs, put self at rest

Best cop with a cock gun pointed at a cock, run

How fun, white dust, might bust

An Escobar, bizarre are you

Not apart of hivemind, you guys suck

(What?) News Flash, we clash

Street bash, street dash, last place, fast pace, that chase at 9:00

Grab bass 'fore another one hits

*News samples*

[Verse 2: Papi Panda]

Knock knock, motherfucker

Mr. Panda, Mr. Cluster Fuck

He beat the beat, the Tina Turner song

Like it's a sitting duck and sitting like the ugly ducky

Raised among the normal ruck

Down a couple roofies from the ceiling 'fore I fuck em up

Who the fuck are you to us?

Nigga you're a uterus

Nigga I'm the fucking shit and sick like I am puking lunch

I puke a piece and spit it, my saliva is the newest verse

The baddest, Papi Panda done released for all the common public

[Verse 3: EB]

It's all about the fables, labels, cables, money stable

Not stable in end with Glock cocked towards head, pew-pew, what a shame

Lesson in fame, power head lame

Or some lames who bother if I am pro?

Pro-white, pro-black, suck a dick, get offended, rinse, repeat twice, your vice guys

It's nice, like Ice Baby, murders on the daily, news like, Fader

But oh, say one thing your on a hitlist

Fit bit with more steps, but not enough

Tough luck, another statistic reported on the daily

[Chorus: Papi Panda]

Syrup and skittles and other various items

They tryna repaint the picture

I give 'em props for em trying

They do that boom, bap, bop

They tryna end that reel

You better run that back

Before you end up killed

[Verse 4: Papi Panda]

Fucked with the boy, 'cause he want nigga to fight em

So I fought em, they went seeking

I know right where he hiding

That boy is under the ground

Six in the dirt

Four in the coff

Free for the merc

Syrup and skittles and other various items

They tryna repaint the picture

I give 'em props for em trying

Cause I ain't tryna be a number

I ain't tryna run it quick

Nigga better run it back

'For the nigga hear the click