[Intro]

You're gonna die

You’re gonna die

You're gonna die

You're gonna die

[Chorus]

You ain’t never heard nothing like this

Ain't heard a jawn slap like this

You ain't never heard nothing like this

Ain't heard a bop slap like this

You ain't never heard nothing like this

Ain't heard a jawn slap like this

You ain't never heard nothing like this

Ain't heard a bop slap like this

[Verse 1]

I have a hatred for hostage

So basically everyone’s dead

Pledge your soul, and you might expect mercy

But I’ll level your hometown instead

Not one to run up the rear guns

Rather they seeing my face

Because when I come from the treetops

The ambush spares all my good grace

[Interlude]

I hate when the chorus is catchy

But the words repetitious and bland

I hate when there's no double meaning

And I hate any song with romance

I hate when the topic is do drugs

Or they’re talking about getting cash

I hate worship of all worldly pleasures

I hate when their wordplay is trash

I hate when the lyrics ain't clever

Except for one pun about sex

I hate when they're not breaking new ground

Yet accolades what they expect

I hate every single waverider

Cause real talent can just end up drowned

I hate that I harbor this hatred

Cause my stuff ain't special or profound

[Verse 2]

It’s time to scream

No one sees

I'm making new genres on type beats

I'm trying on flows like a hypebeast

I'm using ad-libs that are type weak

Weak, weak, weak

Wallow in cliches

8 bars, a chorus, on replay

Thinking my mindset gon elevate

Instead, with the music, I masturbate

I lie to myself, no I am a great!

[Chorus]

You ain't never heard nothing like this

Ain't heard a jawn slap like this

You ain't never heard nothing like this

Ain't heard a bop slap like this

You ain't never heard nothing like this

You ain't never heard nothing like this