(Verse 1)

Taste the blood of my prey man, it taste like heaven

I’m about to make you fall like the Great Depression

You better stop your laughing, change your facial expression

Gonna add all of this up, arithmetic progression

You cannot do what I still do, you can’t do my profession

All this crack up on my desk is looking like some resin

I’m about to take all of your stuff, call that a repossession

I wanna go back to my old self, that’s a retrogression

(Interlude)

I wake up in the morning and I do the same shit

I don’t like your bitch, we’re not that acquaintеd

Can you see all of this money that I came with

Have you еver heard of Nepal? That plane dipped

(Verse 2)

I really really wanna do some fucking marijuana

And my songs are not aging that well like Madonna

I’m about to post some fucking allegations like Tawana

And I’m boutta cut your motherfucking head off with katanas

I’m tired of your shit, cut the fucking drama

Stop eating, fatty! I’m Michelle Obama!

You got a big booty, I don’t want an anaconda

This shit smell like teen spirit like Nirvana

Taste the blood of my prey man, it taste like heaven

I’m about to make you fall like the Great Depression

You better stop your laughing, change your facial expression

Gonna add all of this up, arithmetic progression