[Intro: fatmowf]

Shout out to DOOM, man

Rest in peace the god

[Verse 1: fatmowf]

Yo

If looks could kill, I should probably be arrested

For brandishing a weapon, I bought this swag at Smith and Wesson

The devil was the clerk, I told him that I'd pay with debit

'Cause for some fucking reason these niggas never give me credit

When Huckleberry's on the song, you know it's fucking epic

Man have you heard Killcat? That shit sounds schizophrenic

The Llama hand sign, I throw it up like anorexic

Pray to myself, cause your religion, I just cannot respect it

Niggas out here buying shit, just so thеy can flex it

Man you don't even likе the shit, you just follow aesthetics

That just could never be me, stop the trickery

Take that mask off, cause you too fucking old for trick or treat

White girl sucked my dick we making black history

Black girl sucked my dick, she drank my white supremacy

Niggas talking bout some "they not feeling me", you shitting me?

I must be live at the deaf club like Dead Kennedys, nigga

Homicide or suicide? Man I hate choosing sides

But we can make it happen, pick a victim, I'll let you decide

But if you ever disrespect me, you'll get brutalized

Worse than Kanye West alone in a room with a Jewish guy

You niggas fucking lame, you niggas my opposite

You niggas fucking hating must have lost your common sense

You niggas can't be saved, now Imma state the obvious

That one thing I don't play about is motherfucking LLAMASPIT, ya dig?

Yeah

[Verse 2: Suave Dubois]

One two, one two, yes, yes

Bitch, I'm swinging for an online Hitler, and it's clipse if it lands

Then turn the lower east side into 50s Japan

I can Shinzo Abe Obama for the kids in Sudan

So don't get me started on (yay!), or this shit will get banned

I don't like this, gassed like Ye on the Nitrous

No Mohammad Atta I'm a motherfucking flight risk

Ra upper, Irish Isis

Pulled over soberly, didn't show license

Your wifey chicken wing, your shorty tossed in buffalo

I ditch a situationship before the Christmas costs explode

Bitch I'm rock and roll, Chappell Roan hot to go

Apps up on her Apple TV, I'm playing Crossy Road

S. Dubois bitch report on the floor

Few troops, it's a few battles short of a war

Too cute, remember days used to say it in jest

But nowadays, bitch I'm king, so I say it with chest

It's King Geedorah, Wait no, baby it's S.D the

Next suave, espionage and a new leader

Baby girl, I agree, it's egregious

Working 'til my fucking hands bleed like Christ Jesus

Suave selling K2 to K-12, moonlighted as the man on the moon and it pay well

John Kennedy, told buddy get out the way

Come out and show them, come out to play

Bitch