Rolling in a big truck, rollin' up with six sl*ts
That being said, giving six minus six f*cks
Stick my di*k up the game until I'm losing interest
And I will f*ck a pen and pad until I make the ink come, get it bruh? Income
If not you must got "downs" up in your "system," my Serj of power leaves you faggots with none
You're fly as a penguin, I take the beat and kick butt
My rapping style tighter than a straight kid's bum
Killing mainstream rappers until the f*cking list done, except the Based God and probably Big Sean
Got the "Guap," block as hot as a freaking Miss. Month
Decapitate you rappers place your head inside my Vuitton, like I was Jarren Benton
Spit bullets 'til the clips done
Spit a couple bars just to exercise this kid's lungs
Listen bruh, I'm "outie" like the Doctor done messed up
Come through with an Audi now I'm sounding like a rich f*ck
Quit it with that "Duck Face," you want those puffy lips done?
When that b*tch done, she said it's sweeter than some Lipton
She Drop!
Drop, b*tch
Drop (x4)
Steven spitting spiffy, yo f*ck a lisp bruh
My lyrics crack, they gonna need some lip balm
It's the misadventures of a Westboro member, Mr. Sending beats to funerals then turn to protester
I said f*ck the sneaks, without 'em we still run sh*t
NE be a bunch of teens, with bad judgement
Rap's still my main b*tch, production means nothin'
Still rep the team, it's "f*ck Curbs" and "Free Lovin'"
Still rep the team, it's "f*ck Curbs" and "Free Lovin'"
Here to break it down just like Sarah P's son did