Disfigured faces on a coffin
So silent, I can here the poison
Running through my veins, what a potent ricin
But I'm stil dicin' up the game

Up all in your ear is a wild card
I'm Shigeru Miyamoto of your Mario Kart
Luigi Death Stare ain't no malice
While I drink Domaine with a chalice
Gonna rip you apart

So sharp, ain't doin' nothin' yet
Ya'll getting damages with my motherfucking nen?
I don't even have it yet on Ten
Dissipitate like Bigfoot Gen

Bow down to the all seeing eye?
Lost cause, and you ain't gonna fight?
Couch revolution
Couch couch revolution
All you kids, what a shitty kind of convolution

Shitty math operation
You're so F'ed up that your G ain't gonna function
Shit, you don't even get that do you?
Do yourself a favor and read a text book wontcha?

Always droppin' his name, yes, the one who peeks at kaleidoscopes
The guy's dead, can you stop makin' money out of his face and hopes
that no one notices, oh fuck even his kids are doing it
I bet the man from Manila is currently face palming and saying "oh shit"

Look at the kids yelling "swag" idiots in Supras
Shoutin' out "I'm from the hood" while begging money from their mamas
Goin' to rap shows and letting whack rappers touch their tatas
Photos in facebook
hangin out like they're brothas

Oh fuck you, you fuckin' poser. You're nothing but a
dick sucking bitch that doesn't know shit about music or the fucking roster

Flies swarming on a rockstar's dick, wishing for the lime light
Even Beelzebub's irking on this awful sight
Reading every post in Pitchfork, like it's the bible
Droppin' names of lame bands like a quote from an AA advisor
Wearin' every thing posted on Lookbook, take a pic
post it on your Facebook
Then wonder why you look shit

12 inch thick make up on you're wretched face
12 inch cock shoved up on your fuckin face

Disgrace, is the name of the game you playin'
Work hard on the stairs you're climbin'
No one fucks with you that's why you bitchin'
on every page of you're Tumblr
Going to shows like you're relevant, feelin' like a hustler
You're nothing but another loser tryna look like a winning player

She wanna bring out the best of me,
Kinda creeped out how she controllin' things
Like Jedi Mind Tricks with tons of ecstasy
And purp lean

Goin' green
Come and feel
I wanna fuck you up like Cosby
Hush hush baby lemme rip those jeans
I'm hulk, you don't like it when I'm angry

So go fuck wit me
Literally
You ain't gonna fool me like they would
I'ma supply your spark, gonna make big flames, go and check my shed, sure I got a ton of wood

Gonna fuck you so slow
I'm gonna melt your brain
Go ahead and look out, cuz I ain't even jokin, you're gonna go insane

Look around, their scared shitless like a wimp
excreting an aura higher than Snoop Doggie's pimp
Heard the news? Body parts in plastic bags
Choppin' bitches left and right, just in time to lead the mass
I'm your master's master plan
Product of a thousand pain killers on a frying pan
Run cuz I'mma bust your ass, bloody than a butcher's knife
Hackin' slashin' out the life of your body all night

System failure, enable the sirens. Let them know
Here's another player, carryin' the chainsaw
Blood stains on your carpet, like a horror show
From you're girlfriend's hymen, breakin' up
Watch out cause here we go

We'll be bangin on your door step
Bangin' on these drum beats, higher than Napoleon
Alarmin' all the police with an AK-47
Don't mess with cult, bitch here we go