(Intro: Winklerwinkle)

Music, computers and robbers and looters

And looters with shooters, and shooters with Rugers

And shooters with Rugers, CDs with my tooters

And my tutors taught me a terrible miracle

(Verse 1: Trstntwinkle)

The elephant's in the room, I’m talking six tonners

Bitter truth to your face, like this is six gunners

One half of the crew, you know the tix runners

Move us out of our lane, shit, who’s gonna?

Shit stain on they brain, that’s right, poo’d on ‘em

And pissed on ‘em, dirt kicked on ‘em

Shot his cat, pop that pussy, threw that bitch

Stood behind his mama, put my dick on her

Killer did a Killa Cam; couldn’t kill a kid, so I spit on her (Puagh!)

Like this on her

I somersault in the room and then pop to the Van Damme split on 'em

Rappers all get the dick like they got clits on 'em

Big and sweaty testicular cancer induced tits on 'em

The love to hug and cry and explain what they are the victim of

Braid each others hair and tell stories bout how they’ve been in love

Hey kids I’m a computer, I’m a trooper feeling super, shoot the future like a looper

You tryna step like gooses I'ma go home with your Luger

(Verse 2: HenryKilometer)

Cut the music I’m bout to do something stupid

I got a new shiny tool kit to fix your face and I’ll use it

Flippin' birds, I ain’t talkin' no middle fingers

Come line up to kiss the ring of your favorite rap singer

This pot roast comin' out the oven hot

Stuntin' on you bumbaclots fronting like you runnin' blocks

Bet your mother love to watch you come up out ya fuckin' socks

Spin the barrel take a shot loves you or it loves you not

Pop..schlepping weapons out the seven

Betting on who gettin' to heaven first with the henchmen

Try to test me I’ll send some shots at your keppy

You best address me correctly but mama still calls me henry (Its HenryKilometer!)

When someone ask me to spit it, I’m nasty

Like a cabbie with cricket, I know it like the back of my hand

I actually did it, if you even think 'bout dapping my hand

Homie better be dapper than Dan, you wit' it

Actually fam, what you wanna gonna laugh at me fam?

Right, 'cause I’m tacky and tan

It’s actually him, pass me the gin

Pass me whatever you got, pass me your bitch

Pass me the clip, hit it, hold it now it’s 'bout time to pass me the 5th, sip it

Sold my soul for it pass it back to the bitch

Hopefully she get half as just swizzed as Wik

After the fact that he had to just sip, just dip

(Verse 3: WinklerWinkle)

Music, computers and robbers and looters

And looters with shooters, and shooters with Rugers

And shooters with Rugers, CDs with my tooters

And my tutors taught me a terrible miracle

You can lie, cheat and still kill in America

Be celebrated like Captain America

Fuck it, I'm with it, let's get it

This twinkle and twinkress and Bentley valetin' in Lenox

Man, I'm a villain with children

So I'm never chillin', I gotta make millions

I used to be dope with the dealin'

But that got a ceilin' and we know the usual endin'

And twinkles get rich and go bitch and go fail and go snitch

And then fuck up they family and friends

Me, I go to Germany, earn me a couple of millions

Return with a couple of Benzes

Or go to Brazil and just kick it and chill

'Til I'm over the hill and still fuckin' on women

The world got no mercy, so I had to show 'em

Like Percy with me, it just can't be no limit

A hundred percentage authentic, see I got no gimmicks

So I ain't protectin' no image

My style original, pivotal, it's goin' digital