[Hook]
I’m lookin’ ambidextrous, knife on your back
Get your throat cut, so make it clap
Make it clap for me when I’m calling the targets
[Verse 1 : WillFake]
My fellas got bad vision with myself
Whether it happens ‘cause I say that they are my slave?
That’s why I never have a chance to get a chair
It’s so unfair, how dare you don’t care?
I’m gonna make your body bare
And ruin your shoddy hair, should I care to give you fare?
Nah, I’m wanton of breakin’ you, kickin’ you, see?
You give me spark of water ‘cause of it
Now guess it, am I juicy? You lousy pussy
Father, now I’m mischief, further I’ll impale you with shiv
Or with the meat cleaver to throw it over your own flivver
I turn up my big sleeve for the pantywaist
I’m not anti-black, ain’t J-Bag, I am duplex of my spittin’ image
I’ma steal your henna’s Ponds, whip your knee and the bones
Lonely, I’m Indiana Jones, I throw a pebble to you till you moan
And I think misogynistic was so hygienic, bitch
To the day everyone calls me, “Hi, Jack-a-dandy!”
Victims are every tablets and gadgets
‘Cause all you think about me is I get shits
[Verse 2 : B-Ly]
What I take and touch will be gold
Be careful in the centers and the middles
I’m a coldest guy so give me the medals
For every girls I smack and every heads I hold
Who’s bold to against me? Come on if you wanna kick the kibbles
Like David, I been preparing gravels, you’ll get butterfingered
Fold these cats’ skins to the oldest age you find that cobalt bomb inside your bra
Soap opera? Here I choke Oprah like I shock ya fuckin’ fossils, right Dubois?
Hands full of sins that made God can’t even apologize me
I’ll fill your ass, foie gras, whether the sky is grey or not, keep thinking I’m holy
Procreatin’ fuckin’ monopoly, you’re not the only one that I slit
No matter you’re stolid, I get a punch and ball it, call it wallet
Hit benefits for what I have stolen, tell you that your mom’s stump in the Collin College
Then she stuck a penicillin in your father’s dick when she sucked it (Offensive!)
‘Cause boys’ manner’s expensive, especially when I’m doin’ manslaughter
What? Laughingstock? Monkeyish as fuck, better cover your ears, eyes and mouth
Devilish, syphillis, that’s my description is, I used to be receptionist
Receivin’ these naughty bitches for the victims, I wish
[Verse 3 : WillFake]
Everybody thinks I’m Shady, they call me crazy
You are my beverage, what is the leverage?
I’m dry-and-high, your alcohol is average
My demeanors never age, I’m clever ass
Me against race, you get no same love from me
I’m as enjoyable as Lewis drinks Milton tea
You fight me then if you might pee, you better flee
My words are like stings as a bee ‘cause
[Hook]
[Verse 4 : B-Ly]
I can make you comatose by throwing tomatoes
Frying, flying potatoes, not a roman though
Fuckin’ Romeo never married the next Demi Lovato
For that, thought you suffer heart attack or get bumped by the enormous tractor
Trailer, your life is too short to be a movie, it’s a creepypasta
By the time I dislocate your motherfuckin’ rotator
Then cram you with a spaghetti, forget it? No!
Y’all are my guitars to be rocked-n-rolled
I’m as selfish as I am, invent mayhem and Brian, who’s Brian?
I make night worser than 3 AM, mirror, Sirah
Still I chainsmoke this combustible dry grass
My past had me like gas, so I retaliate it by burning you dyke ass *screaming*
Yippe-ki-yay! I’m too unkind like Tinashe, you’d get bullied for the purpose
But guess it’s a bitch, Nas, yeah?
[Verse 5 : WillFake]
Uh, I’m way too lazy to write another “Final Touch”
I’m gonna lounge in the couch, what’s the difference?
You linger your middle finger, I’m bored of being a
Bullied pupil and I now bully you, kill you the thinker
I don’t give shit that you’re pretty or neither
‘Cause you’re another Jade Stringer, so when I have seen ya
I make lampoon when my phone played tune
A slut said, “A lone wolf has come!”, when I enter room
And I said, “Your face was like a damn moon!”
She wept then turn, I smack her head then say, “Get well soon!”
[ Verse 6 : B-Ly]
Dolt, shoot the bolt, Colton Haynes in a row
Beckon she’s pertinent for the Hennessy
Perfectly you’ll get lured by me and be heinous
Hannah, in a raw condition trapped in the sack on the top of mountain of Himalaya
Gettin’ engulfed by Yeti with its hand holdin’ machete
[Hook]
[Verse 7 : WillFake]
When I’m gonna go, I’m odd to meet all of these hoes
Why? Die! I’m a motherfuckin’ misanthrope
So if I’m forced to be a babysitter, come to the goddamn home
I thwack the baby with the rope
Nope, I pickaback a piccaninny til he or she drops
Woops, I hate the rowdy ‘cause they aren’t bounty
Hope that I’m not too seriously doing violence with my vitriol
Then I don’t give a fig at all
That “Bob” track that’ll crack your ass back
To the heinous attack, vomit greener than Shrek
It is going to break you like tortilla sack
I’m killing y’all with the dagger to decapitate you till you get pain in the neck
[Verse 8 : B-Ly]
Let this verse brawl with another one
Ladies first? Oh, there ain’t none of ‘em, they were shot by my gun
Fuckin’ mundane things, I’m way too Greatwaller than Copperfield
More magical and my mental is highly strong enough to blindfold you
With the flashlight, just see Jay Z, being renegade since attain my infinite grade
Of the puckish male, I ain’t trying to detract, see
My cock’s small but my own balls get bigger, I’m Casey
Vassy, shut your fucking lips, never wanna hear you with the fuckin’ ultrasonic frequences
Here’s the bad boy, I can see why they call me Ice Cube
Though my eyes cuter than Steve Buscemi ( Ha-ha)
Then the shit’s stoppin’, no sluts can win but me
The debater of the battle and I agree to the motion “Chicks should obey what I have said”
B-Ly and WillFake, motherfucker, we’re negative, fuck them natives
Like I was in Aceh, enjoying tsunami, lounge, jammin’ Frank Ocean’s track
Brainwashed as my friend was, “A broken record, stupid Dora!
The fuck you think you’re idyllic like Bora Bora, whore
Whore, you’re pretty (chicka) ugly, Sia Furler!”
Swung them Diadoras to the head, capped with fedora
Till I’ma wait for her, anesthesize her with an Inland taipan poison
While I listen to the Rita Ora’s, tramp
[Verse 9 : WillFake]
I’m waiting for quitter, I’ve to bother ‘em ‘cause I’m mosquito
And I’m walking Flitto, walk around and await B-Ly to go home though
The turd of bleat, I underestimate you
You all undress, be Matthew
I catch you and I, so fiat came through us
Toppled and fell down, one by one die
You meet me and see me blatantly raise hand with words
“You come to send a dull little bitch to the hell!”
I ain’t done with reff, I’m very busy to lash the riffraff *screaming*
[Verse 10 : B-Ly]
New emoticon gets waved, you can see, Dev?
Gory tomahawks left, shed, up in the cave
Stinking clothes laved, adhered inside the pavement
Then blame the staff of the Fave did that
Big Sean has told you to beware of us, so...
Uh, turn up the bass, turd
