text: Lunar Vision
  Five o bitch I grind out
  Smoke every time I rise out
  Psilocybe, bitch slimed out
  Everybody gon find out
  Tweaking with tweakers
  Ill blow yo mind through yo speakers
  Im from my head to my sneakers
  And I feel like the veeter of Venus
  Aye
  Why the fuck these rappers taking xans or fentanyl
  Its like Im stuck inside a loop
  Your music dont make sense at all
  I dont give a damn I love this shit
  And I aint even making sense at all
  Fuck all these labels hitting my line
  I hit decline I end the call
  Ok
  Im micro-populous
  I kill rappers in cycles
  Im so infatuated with murder
  It lights up my light bulb
  Dont know how high my high go
  These pussies call me psycho
  I just love acting hype yo
  You keep rapping in typos
  Keep rapping in typos
  Boy what is you saying
  Huh, huh what
  Stupid bitch
  What the fuck
  Aye lets go
  I dont even, I dont even know what these niggas is saying half the time
  Aye
  These niggas just be talking and talking hah
  Aye, aye
  Boy hush up
  I whip my meat out in front of yo bitch and I bet gon she suck up
  I see these niggas want leach onto my come up
  You come up to me and yo ass will get cut up
  Wearing my chain and now it look like the sun up
  That bitch give me brain it was fire, You saw though
  Heard that song that you drop
  Boy you rap in a bottle
  You sending shots I deflect em like Hanzo
  You can get faded bitch Im like Invader Zim
  I want a watch her cum with a bitch
  I am like satan, this goth is my latest bitch
  I wanna watch her come suck on my dick
  I cannot seem to get rid of these urges
  Im cursed, Im the worst person to fuck with
  These niggas hurt cause I pull off and skrt
  And I know, but yeah I got hoes and some fuck shit
  I aint fuck yet but she say she in love with me
  And you put a ring on it that bitch a dove to me
  Feelin like Double D Im on the culdesac
  Run on me you can get beat like you smoke a sac
  Shiva and Gizmo you know we be smoke thrax
  Come for yo head someone gotta hold us back
  I aint Rick Ross but these niggas cant hold me back
  Walk thru now they head turn like shoulder detached
  Used to not fuck with me guess what Im over that
  I fucked your bitch Im known for that yeah
  Cant keep my dick in my knickers
  She gonna eat it like snickers hmm
  They see me wanna take pictures
  This aint no verse its a scripture
  Yeah little bitch im the greatest
  Bye, you bitch