[Verse 1]

I, fuck it!

Spike the punch and punt the bucket

What's been banging like ya kick drum?

First shift, ya been late and these ya last days

Jeez, Louisiana Purchase, wordplay worship

BDSM, the d for diction

Bitch, you traded, I’m the GM and the spice merchant

Intrepid and malevolent as Doofenshmirtz and Lucifer

Adam, grab the crucifix

As you can see, I'm quite reserved as movie seats

Absurd is what the word is on my tee

Y'all been perturbed like

"Who he be?"

YELLOW STEVE, the fellow with the mellow beats

And crack joints like both elbows on the bend Incredibly

A defenseless slumber party raided by Freddy with set bed bug armies

I’m fed up with you trash ass niggas

Ass backwards, stick to trap and grab the gat ass niggas

Fuck the trigger, duck the fisticuffs

I pistol-whipped the piston, Bucks in six

You must admit, the quips are tongue-twisting kid

C'mon, among the upper echelon of the dons

As hard as nonstop Swanton tsunami bombs

Quickly call the commodore

It's no games, I been off my chip since Hammurabi wrote the script

I gave the G2 Pilot some airline food

Just got a grip and pulled the parachute

You 'bout to

Sink into the

Brink of extinction

Inflicted bruises insignificant

Bounce off the skin like the melanin

Felt a helter-skelter projectile weapon in your direction

[Outro]

And as I step to the side, to avoid what you do

The Toilet man ran toward me with some porcelain shoes

And said to tell the fuckin' truth, my nigga