"I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot the deputy"

Ooh, ooh, ooooh…

[Verse 1]

Fight fire with fire

The ass-whoopin' is hand-crafted

The man is a sick mixture of Kuklinski and Hannibal

That's like saying the X-Men joined forces with a cannibal

I'm a walking tall giant, except I use the stilts as chopsticks

I got this, nobody here enforcing shit, so you all can't cop this

I rock chains that imitates what the ice is

Head back to Egypt to get all set, like Isis

I'm nice kid, goddamn it I know I am

The first traces of GMO was green eggs and ham

I'm the motherfuckin' man

I don't do the splits unless it's your head, man

And I don't do handstands unless I'm sticking you up, man

Full metal jacket and a full metal alchemist

I forge bars and break bars, the blacksmith of this rap shit

Them boys will get blasted in a battle quick

Even though I said forge bars like a sword

Jack a lantern from a Hallow's Eve party and cut the cord

Put an end to your entire life cycle

Mary Jane couldn't give me a high moment like the Eiffel

That's why my lines punch at niggas, they start up a fistfight, too

I'm the only brotha that's left of the Reich group…

[Hook 2×]

One, two, three, four, five, six

I'm definitely throwin' bones if I ain't throwin' picks

Screw ya crew if you think you can fuck with the Kidd

K-I-DD, the boy jumpstarts a lot of mischief

I'm in this

[Verse 2]

Hot diggity-diggity damn

Like the last verse, I'm the goddamn man

Praise God, cause I'm not usin' the name in vain, and

I move bars like a Game of Fifteen

But the objec of this game is that I spit sixteen

Bars, like a Mardi Gras block party in New Orleans

Cardiac arrest, your heart is committing crimes

Destiny speaks to me, but I don't have a PS4 to play online

She can role play while playing Trey, but keep it on-line

Diversify the odds and get away clean in a black limousine

Or as a matter of fact a black Rover, with both front doors opened up

My attitude towards you is like below-zero sex, cold as fuck

I'm just bold enough to roll it up in a blunt

Smoke it, then wield your cabeza as a football and punt

¿No tengo pantalones, tú quieres mi vato?

¿Tú quieres el bistec un plato?

¿Gritar mi nombre en ingles sin español?

I move her body like them keys, she calls me Paco

Another internet attempt just so I can make it rip

Internet bars, and Gambino says that it's because of it