(Verse 1)

Ayo they keep eyes on this J-Street zionist

Take me, I will get eighteen nines and clips

Maybe I'll regret spraying these minor threats

Facing finely prepped crazy violent deaths

Probably not though, really might go drastic

No Juggalo, ill and psychopathic

You know you love it though, skill is likely mastered

Never call the 5-0, villains with the badges

Hit em with some rad shit, kill em with the madness

Sittin in a black six, skrilla in the back, dip

Villain and a bad dick, silly like a rabbit

And thinking that your track isn't illy--you are average

Yeah, I am sick with the multi cheesing

Chillin with your mom it is simply a sultry evening

Then again I'll extend it to all the weekend

With tennis and probably skiing

And rimming and chugging semen

(Chorus)

I got styles styles styles styles

F f f f for miles miles miles miles miles

L l l l like the like the Nile Nile Nile

Leaving wack rappers in denial

(Verse 2)

Ayo you nah cop clues

Fucking ras claat foos, never on top noobs

Spoiler alert: I ain't no soft mark who

Ain't gonna Robb Stark you and your small dog too

Two hand specialty, stididitch your dome piece

You, damn, hella weak, diddling a pony

Brony, feta cheese innards on the floor, B

Phonies better please simper to the O.G

Act right, mad nice, shit on nice or wack writes

Hobbit shit: that's, like, finna break a fast twice

Gats ice hack types, hidden with a mask I

Clap twice, stab tykes, hit em with a Maglite

Shattered bulb in oculars

A rapper that is hot for sure?

I'm grabbing your binoculars

And travelling to his spot to merk

Blasting any officers, attack they helicopters

And roll up to your crib so I can shit on your face