(Verse 1: M.I.K.3)

Blade with the sword

Fuck with BR to core

Get the points highscore

This is bloody war

I don't need no fucking lore

Kick down the fucking door

Headshot to the floor

Leave you wanting more, aye

Fucking fist fight

My bitch be tight

Blast you on site

Noobs I'll smite

With my mite

They're fresh as mike & ike

Up all night

Bitch I'll smack you with my crackers

We ain't no fucking clan hackers

Ya'll mad actors

This movie were the hijackers

Smash you with the gravity hammer

Shit I'm must be a programmer

Hear these kids yammer

They just want my banner

They're a message spammer

As I shot them in the hangar

Pull it back

With a four collat

Watch your banshee or get hijack

Your kids gonna need Prozac

Make you have a flashback

Like a camera from Kodak

(Verse 2: Satrday)

Shooting out the window

I am tucking

Duck muffin

Never miss a bullet

Now he's sleeping

In his fucking coffin

Tossing bloody blunts

Right to my brother

When we at a show

I just killed that villain

Spilling all this blood

You see his Halo hoe?

When i pulled up

In a fucking space ship

I pull out the beam with a scope

I got a death grip

Destiny

Blade upon my side

If he still testing me

Don't u see

Won't let an opping nigga

Get the best of me

Road runner run him over

Take his soul like he's a doner

I am captain taking chances

Where is dorothy maybe kansas

And my girlfriend name depression

Killed this beat like Charles manson

I'ma stab that niggas kidney

If that villain tryna test me