[Verse 1: Werewolf]
Who did that together make ya voting
Mental coward like a Tate, I'ma [?]
So, even damn miss ya closer fist fight
I raise ya back tears about I brought something in ya puck
Customer purpose, I didn't get luck
Something raise ya gets salted like a boot remotes
I am tired making ain't show nervous
Ahh! My mother like blue did not don't cost like a pus*ycat
I read terror pic?! I don't know why
I hope these well I take, I'm in take it off pretend
I'm knocking it off rhyming music coming til' 'em up cult the sh*t
I'll tell 'em off, I don't know why you bought this
Unmagic darkness in matter n*ggas regardless
f*ckin' n*ggas what's up boxing scariest sent you coming
The Mars, the Mars, the rugged n*gga Wars
The Bars, the Guitar, so I can take the zero church
[Verse 2: Mr. Candy]
Are tin another Buddha boon long
I move up with Dave, levels, and blunt devils
So we make 'em motherf*ckin' pizza
I guess made you men dig ya gut sing, like a bloody dancing
Level motherf*ckin' Genius not do
I beat the level made dem make ya' beat roll and n*gga on
I think going Nnnnnnnnnnnnn-n*gga too I'ma motherf*ckin' little sh*t
Hey, my mommy .....
The master, how about puppet master
I'm in number 6 ago in crews
I'm in n*gga printing like a pus*y an ya boy in the clock
You make me stupid, I'm in n*gga Gamet damn moving like in
TV goddamn nervous, I'm in deep and motherf*ckin' nerve
It sin a money, f*ckin' nervous ya middle this
Slow mo' instrumental stop f*ckin' in my little b*tches
Go f*ckin' yourself, it's my own anything
For ya f*ckin' nervous, for why!?!
Any b*tches rain ya kiss and rugged n*gga sh*t but no Oregon
Ghost making breakfast, chasing my mind
I don't know I get on myself, my human begging to ya
Damage to ya bones to another swimming like that joining
'Cuz nobody sight, I know was a bornnrahh!
My n*ggas see no money talk and I ain't about it just swaying
I don't even bear in n*gga
[Verse 3: Doorclosing, (Werewolf, Mr. Candy and All)]
I don't know make ya funeral, I make dis warning living give me to meet
Born in n*gga got some matin' make a motherf*cking get
11 together (di-gi-di-gi-di-gi, won-n-tan!)
I was straight, 11 to the (holy beggar duh duh)
It's stiff' another way (smokey that?!)
Any kids 'em motherf*cking focus should I f*ck is in my mind
In ya n*gga tone give me tomb make ya (SOME)
Left-wingers like Sergeant Awesome
Make sinner wronger getting streets, having mamma mother sinner
Person mentality is over with I got your sheet