text: Gun in my hand finna send rounds
  Shooting my shot through tha scope wit my head down
  Fake in tha blood of yo friends now
  Cheating yo life motherfucker you death bound
  Walk on my own through tha fuck shit
  Lemme alone
  Imma dip and
  Go rustic
  Yo girl on my nerves
  Call her
  Bug bitch
  Eating away at my
  Temper
  I need me a substance
  Yo bitch wanna touch on
  My genitals
  Id rather beat up my body wit chemicals
  All of these humans identical
  Jump in sum Nuclear waste
  Grow a tentacle
  Eat on da pussy
  Its succulent
  Spit in it
  Fuccin it
  Beat it up, jumpin it
  Fuck around
  Takin dump in it
  Why you so mad at me for
  Go be mad atchyo government
  Quit tha tobaccy
  But still I be smokin
  Too much of da weed
  I be
  High as shit
  30 percent nothin less
  If yo shit
  Lookin mid
  Fuck yo club
  I ain’t buyin shit
  Everyone wanna be rappers
  They make a few songs
  And come up
  Then they dying quick
  Seen it so many damn times
  At this point
  It’s a mother fukkin fact
  Call it science bitch
  Fuck all da streams and da plays
  Im doin this shit for PROHIBIUS 
  We came in the game and it changed..
  Now y’all be fuckin it up and it’s hideous
  Grab on my gunn And take aim
  I’m murderin all of you idiots
  You couldn’t tell me a thing I don’t know
  I been livin this shit you oblivious
  Sharpen tha blade on my bow
  On the tip of my feathered and wooden arrow
  Pull back the nock
  To my to my cheek
  Then I look in my sight
  I see you
  Time to eat
  Release the string
  Let it go
  And I watch as it enter yo chest like a ghosst
  Leaving a hole ya can’t breath
  Gut then I skin you and hang ya ta bleed
  Gun in my hand finna send rounds
  Shooting my shot through tha scope wit my head down
  Fake in tha blood of yo friends now
  Cheating yo life motherfucker you death bound
  Walk on my own through tha
  Fuck shit
  Lemme alone
  Imma dip and
  Go rustic
  Yo girl on my nerves
  Call her
  Bug bitch
  Eating away at my
  Temper
  I need me a substance
  Gun in my hand finna send rounds
  Shooting my shot through tha scope wit my head down
  Fake in tha blood of yo friends now
  Cheating yo life motherfucker you death bound
  Walk on my own through tha
  Fuck shit
  Lemme alone
  Imma dip and
  Go rustic
  Yo girl on my nerves
  Call her
  Bug bitch
  Eating away at my
  Temper
  I need me a substance