Tekst piosenki
So I’m sitting at Office Depot
Fucking dudes up worse than Shaq’s free throws
Yes this is a sequel of me dominating you people
With a conglomerate of equals that honor all my evil
I’m responsible for the carnage that you’re toning into
Like Sonic & Tails I’m burning through Segas
Like my pen through instrumentals
So when I end your career, don’t worry it’s beneficial
When you see your job get simple
But that MC next to you’s life start to fizzle
That’s me turning them niggas into fiction
With my pencil like a comic book issue
Ugh, disgusting, I cannot believe I’m hearing this
To dust me, you need Butterbean to produce bigger hits
A therapist to keep me from slitting your wrists
BasedGod to prevent me from fucking your bitch
Chris Bridges to tell me I’m ludicrous
And your mouth sewn shut
So I don’t have to choke you with this bigger shit
If I had one wish, it’d be for a corndog
Just so I could use the stick to stab you fuckers raw
See that black sleeps that creeps deep into your cerebellum
You see flashes of me dragging you by your feet
& your parents? No way to tell em
That you fucked with a fella trying to redefine the word felon
So you’re chopped up
That’s way cruel with some bloody sheets
So you’re cooked up
That’s way rude with a royal feast
You hear that last hiccup
That’s not smooth with some stained teeth
Welcome to the big club
Another body I turned into brain food & lunch meat, over
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