Intro:

Braden, plug in the fucking bass guitar!

Yeah yeah, I like that

Give me a guitar lick like, nice

Bring in the Drums

Listen

Verse 1:

I write my lyrics sitting down on the disabled toilet cubicle crappers

(Why?) Just to prove I really shit on you retarted rappers

(Okay) See there’s a friend who’s in my class with autism

And when he talks, listen, you sound like him when you’re raw kicking

Your flawed rhythm it’s poor spitting, kid, you will never be, forgiven

I’m chalk ripping it’s war bitches

Capture the murder on video and give you four copies (Four)

Then try to analyze the body like an autopsy

Who do you know that can rhyme like me?

With a mind of steeze, try to find I.D

And you’re soon to identify what I write will be

(What?) Sicker than every single line you breed

Just try you’ll see, I’m way too dope

(True) There is not a day you’ll cope

Cause‘ it’s verified you’re terrified all the times that I bust these verses

You already know the drill, like construction workers, so

Chorus:

Test me, I dare you, I promise that you won’t get by

I’m here hibernating, waiting for the day that you would try (Day that you would try)

See I’ve been living like there is no tomorrow

Because my name is something that you can’t borrow

Bridge:

No I’m not really talking your money (No, no)

But I’m making you pay (But I’m making you pay)

There’s not a point to try and run from me (No, no)

Because I’m making you stay (Because I’m making you stay)

Verse 2:

Okay now check it with this venomous skill, it’s sex the way I bend and I drill

The tempos, pencils, weapon I wreck and I wield, the second you step on the field

It’s Rest in Peace, I’ll fuck the world until I catch an S.T.D

Infest my D, I.C.K, infected with a sex disease

(Gross) That’s nasty

But please allow me to emphasize

That I am gathering you wannabe artist to feel my genocide

From bugging me so much I’ll kill you all, with insecticide, test me

Chorus:

Test me, (Please) I dare you, (Go) I promise that you won’t get by

I’m here hibernating, waiting for the day that you would try (Day that you would try)

See I’ve been living like there is no tomorrow

Because my name is something that you can’t borrow

Outro:

Thank you Braden, I’m sorry for yelling at you