[Verse 1]:

Kicking natural factuals, when I'm rapping to you

A couple of rappers come up missing, like what happened to you

Trizz had to do you, and do all the actions you do, call it lyrical voodoo, I'm sad to say we had to lose you

I cause chaos, they it's not gonna pay off, and I should get a job, live average, and get laid off

Fuck that, I've got plans, I'm a dreamer

Fantasies of being with an actress, have you seen her?

Probably not, because I'm yet to imagine, I also got a girl, she would've probably never happened

Addicted to the rappin', like back then crack addicts

Tying off in attics, with a bunch of rapping hasbeens

Have you ever seen a rapper slit his wrists? No, me either, but I'm looking forward to the experience

Don’t trip, I know exactly where my veins are, barely leave a faint scar, laced arm, it ain’t hard

Niggas panic, getting frantic, when I'm at it thrashing

Get lit and split over shit, like the blunt we passing

My mind's gone, and to be honest, yo, I lost it

Getting all nauseous and shit, feeling car sick

I got words that'll twist you like a pretzel

Dislex you, wreck you, fuck you up, I bet you

And if I die, bet my life, my soul will get you

Sing a la-la bye, so you rest, before he lets you

Hit your knees, pray to me, like I'm father

No diss to my God, Masha'Allah before I bye bye

You niggas funny style, so I hit you with the Ha-Ha

Nigga who you fooling, nigga sweet, like the na-na

I serve niggas like a waitress, you ain't shit

Doctor on the floor, I'm a surgeon, losing patience

Niggas on my dick, and I'm losing room for fake shit

You kinda late trick, but to looking on the thanks bitch

[Verse 2](Jack Mushroom):

We unpredictable, y'all flow despicable

Bitch get the principle, Wolf Gang's invincible

Nuns getting spiritual, asking for a miracle, to stop these kids from getting rowdy, and fucking physical

Fisting pregnant bitches, ripping out umbilicals

To hang my father, and make my life less miserable

I'm catching ad bodies, snapping eggs like bad blotties

Soaring in my Bugatti, I stab ? shawty

Bury the bitch sloppy, in a fucking porta potty, killing everybody, Wolf Jack, sent by Illuminati

Fuck being superstitious, I'm bringing all crucifixes

To hell with Jesus these triple sixes, on the

Odd nemesis of broad triple sixes, you stupid bitches

Wolf Gang, fuck