[Verse 1]

Living out my dreams while you live within your means

They're not in my league, should be tripling my fees

This shit ain't appealing if it don't get the P's in

Flip it till my jean pockets splitting at the seams

Rappers pay for features and get bodied on songs

Had childhood traumas, acting like nothing was wrong

Observed and implemented my early influences

I got a lot from what I watched on Rotten.com

Dropped a tab in a hip flask and drank the lot

Masked up, dragging a big axe

And I got body parts stashed in a bin bag

I'll dash it off a cliff and my conscience is intact, I laugh it off

I am some man for one man

I just am a bastard, was unplanned

Gang camе looking like Dawn of the Dead

Two еxtra holes in the bally for the holes in my head

Lunar C, all praise due to me, if you disagree then say something

Spent all the money I made from music, I can't save nothing

That shit was getting blown from early like Kanye's cousin

[Chorus]

I did a song with Jesus and put the devil on the remix

At school, I told my teachers they're never gonna be shit

I did a song with Jesus and put the devil on the remix

At school, I told my teachers they're never gonna be shit

[Verse 2]

I don't know my own strength like Lennie from Of Mice and Men

I kill everything I touch time and time again

Promoter used an old picture on the flyer and I didn't look like this then

The bouncer wouldn't let me in to my event

You pussies know that I'm iller

Cut my horns off, now they're growing back bigger

Bars cryptic so they won't catch it like the Zodiac Killer

Fuck the pigs like that first episode of Black Mirror

You kids are too keen to be successful

Before you learn your craft, I'm tryna teach you the essentials

On reaching your potential

Tough love, I'm not even being disrespectful

I'm the leader of a death cult

I've been eating good, I'm running out of belt notches

Swell pockets, every time I move

I'm losing pounds but I'm not health conscious

Bars got 'em screw-facing like they can smell dog shit

You was on the top but you fell off it

You'll get held hostage, I'll set a ransom for fifty quid

Your life's not even worth that, your family wouldn't give a shit

Pre social media, we'd sit and smoke

Watching Bumfights and Bluetoothing beheading videos

[Chorus]

I did a song with Jesus and put the devil on the remix

At school, I told my teachers they're never gonna be shit

I did a song with Jesus and put the devil on the remix

At school, I told my teachers they're never gonna be shit