[Subham Kharel]

I feel like Lil Dicky with a big dick (big dick)

With Snoop up in this b*tch throwing misfits (misfits)

Big tits are why I came in this earth b*tch (earth b*tch)

Just the sight, and my Bick dig surges (surges)

Big dick, don't get it twisted or get it

I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I meant it (I mean it, b*tch)

You granite, I'm Islamic

Make you panic and franic (Ahh)

I'm limpin', satanic

Whores get banished, man it

Never gets delivered to the masses, the message

Like YB tryna f*ckin' hand it

Right before he f*ckin' vanished

Right before he f*ckin' vanished MAAAAAAAAAN (AHHHH)

I'm just tryna understand it the culprit (culprit)

That did this, is it him him? Or it some b*tch (some b*tch)

Is it a remorse hit or some dumb wit (dumb wit)

Did he go insane off his f*cking brain (f*cking brain)

Rapped a lot of sh*t, got the throne to claim (claim)

Even from the grave, that sh*t f*ck insane (insane)

Well I'm making the hoes here suffocate (suffocate)

Riding on this beat till I levitate (levitate)

I celebrate and calibrate to all the hate (all the hate)

And I meditate over the beat like YB did (YB dead)

These f*ckers just ain't listen to what YB said (YB said)

These f*ckers are gonna leave you with the ride instead (YB dead)

Bystandards saw you dead, lying in a ditch

I bet you that they told you that, that they was friends

They got you, and that's just how your story ends

It's enough for me to

Comprehend the condescending nature

Of Ursula Major

I'm making paper, I like spending major

Ain't asking for favors, f*ck a hater

Call me a hater degrade-er, hater generator (hater generator)

AKA Mister make your b*tch rape ya (rape ya)

I don't like your f*cking flavour (f*ck your favor)

You dream too small and your conscience berates ya

I'm a claver in real life, but with the pen I'm more clever

Stellar, treasure, you can call me major (major)

Underground but am I down, b*tch, I'm never (never)

I don't frown trick, I'm like John Wick, I'm fresher (fresher)

I do burn bridges, Hi I'm brown here to get ya (get ya)

Tie down and rape ya and call it a lecture

You a straight b*tch, I don't make no conjectures

My single outlasts your whole architecture

You chickened on my sector, nectar

I'm Hannibal Lecter on the come up

You already a goner, I make your b*tch a mourner

Vegetarian till the sun up, but I'll eat you like a hunter

Talai ichya raicha marna, you way past your prime

Sold out for some wine, tero thopda pani vayena

Dimag vanyo why not, I'm bout to get my mind on

I have you to f*cking dine on, tero days are too finite

Better get your body armoured, I'm even bout a feet taller

You B*tch