[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump Gof]

Yeah, eheh

[Verse 1: JID]

Picture a nigga steppin' into the game that's already lit

Just add a little coal to flame it

Lame niggas, I gotta put it in layman's terms?

I'm finna murder you niggas, you better spread the word

I bled words 'til my head would hurt

The first to say, it hurts to say, I said it first

Live life like a baby that was dead at birth

But came alive and fucked the nurses

If you don't like it tell a nigga "jump" if you feelin' Kermit

If you sleepin' on me we can make it permanent

And leave 'em stinkin'

He a really permeate, he really reeking

J.I.D. or call me Willie Beamen

But I'm 'bout the team, everybody eatin'

If it's down to me, I'ma do some shit niggas ain't never seen

Bitch, I dunk the three

Ashton Kutcher, who's punkin' me?

JID the butcher, who want the beef?

Chop arm, leg, head, package meat

Sacrificial lamb, satisfactory

Smack him with the hand, don't talk back to me

I'ma be the man, I'ma kill a king

I done been a fans, now I need wings

I done see your hand, now I need a, uh

Fee-fi-fo-fum

Monster come, King Kong rumble

Young man, rumble in the jungle, trees tumble

Bees bumble, weed crumble, yeah

Sling slung, wood lumber in the hood

Sister, mother, freaky fucker

Kidney Puncher, Willy Wonka

Pussy purified, Lake Minnetonka, yeah

C'est la vie, J.I.D.​

Say I B-E-S-T with the R-A-Ps and R.I.P.​

Your rhymes sound O-L-D, I'm co-L-D

And I ain't drop no LP, I'm so OD

I know OGs, drop flows, they was so LD

I make a play, nigga, Odell B

Make a way, get his old LC

Until they sob, but let us pray and let us eat

[Interlude: J.I.D & Ski Mask The Slump God]

Ouch

Oh my God (That shit was cold)

Oh my God, oh my God (Ahahahaha)

I'm so ready for Ski Mask the Rap God

Oh my God, ahem

[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Um, bad with my aim when I cum

Your bitch want meat, my filet-mignon

I hide the kids deep in her throat

Lettin' it go on her body, no bum

Smokin' on Afghan, matter fact, Saddam

No ceilings like Weezy, but she feeling linen

'Cause I turn the chicken up into a picket

But fuck all that drama, you can meet my llama

Black diamonds like Kony, matter fact, Obama

My jewelry so water-water like Osama

Got bitches on bitches lovin' it, McDonalds

I keep it three-hundred like a nigga Sparta

I feel like Darth Vader, nigga, I'm your father, uh

Dodging cop car like you're Frogger, uh

Flashy like lights on a router, uh

I just say "Water!" I'm out here, haha

[Outro: J.I.D & Ski Mask the Slump God]

Water

Water!