[Verse l: Pertavita]

I woke up on a naughty streak

Go strut my stuff, felt like a beast

Got all the town’s daughters hot 'n' bothered

Till townsfolk forced a lobotomy upon me

Zombie

I tasted meat when I got it

They set me off, I’ve been unlocked

I’ve tasted blood and GOD DAMMIT I WANT IT

That’s enough about me, now

Thanks for peepin my free, style

Ride along and you’ll see, how

I take the beat for a beat, down

That’s enough about me, now

Thanks for peepin my free, style

Ride along and you’ll see, how

I take the beat for a beat, down

This, is not a practice

We’ll make you move, shit dances

This bass wastes no space

Make haste mace me!

Before I’m going off and you’re losing track of how i

Do it every single god damn day doesn’t matter

And now if I meet your mother I’m a do it with a splatter

You can call me apple pie cuz I’m up in cider batter

She’s… flattered

Gotta shoot my shot, gotta swing batter batter

And if I take a bat to her because she look inanimate

I promise it’s a mannequin and I would never put

Grey matter on the walls of my castle

Pastel prints of a prince with my face on tapestry

That would be tragic, messin with the magic

What the fuck, can you even imagine?

(Chorus)

(wooo!)

Look at me comin’ up

Young buck rutting struttin’ with the stamina

(woo!)

Look at me comin’ up

I’ll spit this stupid for you make sure it be dumb enough

(x2)

[Verse ll: Petravita]

Blackboards make kids bored

Make a brain crave escape passports

So they fly high in school courtyards

Then come back in and sketch orc hordes

In their notebooks, dopeness

Coping, hopeless

Peep the clothes hooks hey, hey hey

And they gon’ nab that bag, bag bag

What the fuck you gotta up in your brain

When it rains I’m a lion with a mane on the prowl in the plains

Make a stain on the game when I’m play with the gain

On the mic make spike - distortion

And you were never on you were gone

And you bombed, now you wanna respawn

But you’re caught in the condom anonymous

And honestly

I think your mom shoulda probably gotten an abortion

Oh, yikes, ah! A feisty tiger oh!

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, lick your girlfriend by the toe

Next one like a Pokemon, train ‘em once I catch ‘em all

I’ll mist ‘em with my Mr. Mister, Misty shed them overalls

Overall I’m beastin’

Slide me the keys, stamp all my visas

Pineapple lookalike

And yeah you bet shit that goes on pizzas

Jesus I’m in pieces cracked up laughing over these jesus pieces

Hanging down between tits in town while good christians pound in the ass for reasons

They don’t understand,,

Read it in a book got reddit banned

But I’ll take their hand to the promised land

Cuz if I fail at this I’ll spit Christian rap

Spread the good word in the worst ways

Preach murder from a thin page

Get on TV so I can get paid

Donation beg up on Sundays

Fuck it, I go in

If you’re offended you can take a limb

Stick it where the sun don’t shin

I dropped the ‘e’ cause you’re a drug addict

I don’t give a shit, but chief that ain’t it

You’re throwing up when you meant to spit

Just admit you need a little bit of help

Straightening your life’s gone to shit

Your grimey mitts grasp onto this

But you slip away like your wife n kids

You missed the missus but you’re a habit kicked

‘Cauze your kisses tasted like cigarettes

Booted out, got the slip

Street fiendin’ for another hit

Now your mind is only on graveyard shifts

Lonely, broken, ugly, RIP