[Chorus: Markaček]

It’s a wrap

Send that lil boy off the map

Get the strap

He’d prolly like that

Cause he a freak bitch

I tried to tell you motherfuckers but now it’s needless to say it’s no secret

Look at him, look at him

Wonder where that pussy been?

Spend a day in them Balenci' boots, I’d put a foot in him

He’d prolly like that

Cause he a freak bitch

We know his kink is, beating on a woman, shit

[Verse 1: Markaček]

Johnny, Johnny, I remember your mommy was fond of me, she told me “boy you so different”

Your papa’s a Trumpie, I must be a Christian, God answered my prayers whеn I prayed you’d go missing

All that blood, sweat, and crocodile tеars dried up, you living in denial, everything was gone in an instant

Soon as you hit on your girl, leave her black and blue, it’s dark times , that ain’t BDSM, that’s 15 in prison

Had no pot to piss in, but now I piss on your grave, your GC all on my dick first time I aired out your business

Now everything you strived to have is diminished, I bet you thought you was CB, when you would beat on your mistress

I’m like Johnny, Johnny, how you claim you bi, but you just bout as straight as my lazy eye

When I heard bout the news, I can’t even lie

I had the same face when Dick Cheney died

Damn

[Bridge: Brown Whörnet]

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah-eh)

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah-eh)

[Verse 2: Markaček]

Oh, you kiss your mother with that mouth boy?

Oh you put me in this bitch, then take me out boy

You'd prolly like that

Cause you a freak bitch

You hate women, that’s the word around the town boy

Before this shit popped off, you was a fan

Bawling your eyes, hearing Superwoman again

Beautifully Deceased had you thinking bout your future

Huh, I guess you didn’t understand

Instagram flicking with your dark-skinned homies, you hate em’ though

I’ve heard that racist shit first-hand

You had em’ cancel Heavens Fake for doing creepy shit but now that the cases show

That Grayson was your first best man, uh

Why don’t you go and kiss the wall with that mouth boy?

And sit your lame ass back on that couch boy

Run the treadmill, hit the dumbbells

So next time you hit a bitch, you knock her out boy

We just set the fire to your podium

Your shirt aged like wine, fuck OTM

[Chorus: Markaček]

Wrap

Send that lil boy off the map

Get the strap, doo-doo-doo

He’d prolly like that

Cause he a freak bitch

And it’s even more behind the scenes but I’ma leave it like this