[Intro]

Their victims were cut up, they're beheaded, their bodies cut in half

Heads have blood flowing from their eyes

This was very puzzling

Grandmaster Bastard

[Verse 1]

A cheap man with an obscene plan

To buy your local business for minus three grand, with five guns in each hand

Murder fantasies, playing Russian roulette with a sick shooter and my seven personalities

The silent type, where you can find me hyped, trying to fly an iron kite

Or fishing in an aquarium with some dynamite

Blinded by the light

Stabbing dead stars cause they wouldn't sign my knife

My brain's melting, heated with a cold temper

I dick slap Medusa with my stone member

A blessed loser that never loses

Spreading deadly rumours and hang with my friends, with our necks in nooses

Causing hell in Bruisers, for polluting my fucking vodka with lemonade

Plus, I never paid, son

I'm well untrained, raw

Cause I'm emotionally attached to every penny I've ever made

[Chorus]

Call me Grandmaster

Slap your kid, screaming that's gangster

A major player without a major

Do you fucking motherfuckers understand?

Call me Grandmaster

Slap your kid, screaming that's gangster

A major player without a major

Do you fucking motherfuckers understand?

[Outro]

This was very puzzling; there was art but again, it was crude

Everything was at its most basic

It all seemed to point to one thing

Grandmaster Bastard is the greatest