[Verse 1: Sideshow Brian]
I guzzle the tall boy
Making the b**hes be wanting my small boy
Nothing at all boy
Jump off the boat, I'm the head of the honcho
Golf Wang stitched to the back of my poncho
These retards are just not from 'lahoma
These 'tards are just not from 'lahoma
Cause I'm from 'lahoma, it says it on the back of my diploma
b**h, smell my aroma and hit that sh**
I take life by the balls, and then I just grab it
While you got your habits
I'm sitting inside and I'm f**ing and crafting
Ran out of luck so I k**ed that rabbit
I don't give a f** it's in the trash you f*ggot
Raise your hand if you like f*g bashing
f** this b**h, now it's off crash landing
[Hook]
Marijuana fields pot, growing blaring Gil Scott
Heron while we pill pop, errand run and k** cops
b**hes know I feel not, for 'em, stop b**hing bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open
[Verse 2]
One, two, three, four, how many b**hes knocking at my door?
Five, six, maybe eight
That's how many pussies that I'm banging per day
All I do is play so I'm better off dead
You can tell by the chiseled horns in my forehead
After a session of an*l s** my friend
We can have tea and crumpets till the f**ing world ends
Word up, I got my chain all tucked
It's 'ICP' on the wall with guts
I take out my knife then I take out her life
That was me who shoved this co*k deep in your nice wife
Start a nuclear holocaust in the garage with all exhaust
Watch all you suffer when I close the door and walk off
I'm a hard a** with a f**ing soft co*k
Decide to change your mind staring in the nuzzle of this Glock
b**h a**, put the spliff down, cough some
Cough syrup, mixed with sherm in this read cup
Chin up and get your lips cut, slim s*uts
Slim slits on the arms of these chapped c*nts
[Bridge]
Silicone in the ears of these b**h hoes
You know you're hard, when your raised in the thin cove
Fist in a b**h, yeah she fits like a thin glove
This ain't torture, this is retard love, yelling
[Hook]
Marijuana fields pot, growing blaring Gil Scott
Heron while we pill pop, errand run and k** cops
b**hes know I feel not, for 'em, stop b**hing bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open
[Hook: Sideshow Brian, Dale Nasty]
Marijuana fields pot, growing blaring Gil Scott
Heron while we pill pop, errand run and k** cops
b**hes know I feel not, for 'em, stop b**hing bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open