(Verse 1, Red.)

From the palms of Jeffrey Daimler

Kush shoot shots like marijuana

Here to save your little mama

From the pain that you may cause her

Crazy talk like Jack the Ripper

I be back in business

Ripping bitches Limb by limb

And take them back as decorations

Spring may just be coming in so I just

Write about the men who cause

The biggest mass panic

Or hysteria in a population

Brandon burying these artists

He just barely getting started

You can say he's like a car

By the rimming of his saw

And the beating of the triangles

Beaten by the right people

In the basement where I rhyme these verbs

And slurp up all the competition

Shit on all of your bitches

Extinguish your bars with piss and

If you dare call me emo

Then you’ll be sleeping with the fishes

Call me Denzel because I switch it

Every fucking album's different

Bloom and vein no equal visions

But the story needs to be prolific

Marry a little emo bitch

Who calls herself a lesbian

And now she hangs around with Brandon till her heads on straight as shit