[Intro: Blondie]

Roll my sleeves up when my tee's tucked

I look like I read books

Now my knees scuffed and my hands cuffed

How they catch me? I'm shook

The thrill has made me into crazy

Now it's time to get booked

My girl hate me, will not take me

Saying she don't date crooks

Cause I'm a bad man

I just laze around, count my chips

Not too many of 'em

He ain't worth killing

I'm a dead meat, please eat

Preheated the oven

[Verse 1: jonny sé]

Well then fuck it

I done told y'all for the love of god they don't love us

So I'll tear they hearts out

Think they smart now, I'm in they spot now

Load it cock blow, Row that boat down

Thinking different, murder verses, and burn the building

And it's fuck ya feelings

Heard the curses, N pursed the billions

Worse than thirst this shit hurt civilians

Heard it first he turnt the children

Jonny baby, the worsest villain

Call me crazy, I kamikaze

Bitch burst ya village

Up in flames, it ain't worth the pillage

But y'all know the name

[Hook: Blondie]

Jimmy fucking Carter

Frozone with the mic

I need a little water

Put on my mask

And I go Jason with the slaughter

Don't close your eyes

Cuz you ain't waking up tomorrow

Jimmy fucking Carter

Frozone with the mic

I need a little water

Put on my mask

And I go Jason with the slaughter

Don't close your eyes

Cuz you ain't waking up tomorrow

[Verse 2: The Nuke]

You’re a murderer? I'm on death row

Might Kamikaze like I'm Kakashi

Kameha while Shenron watches

Sharingan ya into your coffin

You try to copy my moves, style, swag, mood, rhymes, facts

Please dial back

Is what you say, to every girl named Penny

While I'm picking up dime bags

I'm back, its the return of the Mac

Like Steve Jobs carrying a backpack

Attack with a Mac eleven strapped to my back

How gonna you counteract a nigga in a flak jack

Better have Aflac, I don't mean Ben man he's a mad quack

Because when I shoot, I'm Dylan Roof in the pews

Going poof at the backs of these mad blacks

Bang

[Hook: Blondie]

Jimmy fucking Carter

Frozone with the mic

I need a little water

Put on my mask

And I go Jason with the slaughter

Don't close your eyes

Cuz you ain't waking up tomorrow

[Verse 3: Årmå]

Envision it

Ambition with definitions, forbidden texts, first editions

This is all I could wish for since

Summoning sickness

It's time to gather magic

Tappin' into this

Taught that thought for food

Turned to rot to drop

So illiterate

Just a hobbling invalid

That hopped on that ultimate infinite

Like God had pre-scripted it

Sippin it, more

Stimulant, more

Indica you're

Kissin the floor

Grippin the wall

Isn't it wrong?

I've lived it before

“Living is so intimate

Whoa, if you finna I'm into it!”

He muttered with his lips

Still wrapped round an acid fountain

You can clap for him kids, but leave him as you found him

[Outro: lateau]

Afraid of the sillage you'd leave

Sheets that covered my cheeks

Waiting for you was a fool of me

Hopefully you arrive in time for my eulogy