[Verse]

This so good

I'm the sickest to spit flows

Wish you would

Like Pinnochio’s intro

Been gold

Feel the cold in your bones, bitch

I'm chilling like a villain

Whipping lyrics in the mixing bowl

Oh no, bro got no control

Make a verse overflow

With cynical syllables

Kiss my ass under mistletoe

Penning my manifesto

Full of rituals

Literal tradition

Get in the whip and quit bitchin'

I’m sick and absurd

Put yo dick in the dirt

If you ain't listen quick

I'm the shit, you a nerd, that's it

UGH!

Ain't no fucking

With the "Dijon Don"

Rocking tube socks

Same color as Grey Poupon

Fuck you pawns and playas

All y'all talk is heinous

See ya later dawg

All the claims you making

They so jaded

Shame that shit don't phase me

Brace for impact

This that shit that break your back

Lil bitch

Who you tryna talk to?

Motherfuck you

And yo crew, bitch

I'm ruthless

And you ain’t got a clue

Who ruling this abyss

I got no emotion like a "coffin model"

Can’t flex on me

All the talk is hollow

“Stay petty” the motto, or drop

I never been friendly

Hell yeah, I expect you to rot

Fuck out my face, you a clot

I won't even spare you

My fucking residual cum

Fuck off

Empty your lungs

You fucking chump

You’re nothing but a punk

[Hook]

Hunnit, hunnit, hunnits!

Drastic cash, that's meant to fast undress a hoe

Bitch you bet i know

You only round me for my doe

I've been wreckin records

With reckless effort

A nervous wreck

Who keeps it wet

To fill the billfold on his dresser