[Verse 1: I-KHAN}
Mothaf**a thought he was Sam Rothstein
Till I hit his a** with a f**ing Stan Ross swing
I hope every hoe know you can't cross kings
If a b**h ain't a queen knock her pants off clean
Don't act hard brethren
I tombstoned this hoe in a graveyard and got locked up for back yard wrestlin'
So b**h are you done yet?
It's a beautiful d**h when I toss you off a cliff while watching the sunset
Ain't a pot or pan to feed us I'm f**ing with the thesis
Like your government shooting down a hologram of Jesus
He's a meat-head with certified street rev
Forget rap dog I'm selling crack on the deep-web
I'm yelling at my girlfriend spazzin' at Maddy
Before I get high and proceed to crashing the caddy
[ERRAHH] you can't find a rapper rapping as nasty
Your better of finding Klohe Kardashians daddy
f** it tho yo, that hoe got a Porsche
And all I got is a body controlled by a demonic force
Our mental is the temple to acceding our potential
I resemble the facial structure of speaking to the devil ugh
Errahhs beautiful k**ing sh** as usual replay the track
If you never witnessed a funeral your whole albums Wack
Man that sh** is only suitable for f*ggot a** kids in a high school musical
And you know that.. My dick?
You can hold that
VA's where your hoes at
[Verse 2: I-KHAN}
I'm down right dirty flirty b**hes keep your mouth tight
Bet I slap a hoe in 2 seconds and won't count twice
I still lie to hoes and tell em all the sh** that sounds nice
But even Blaine couldn't turn a trick into a house wife
It's been a while since I cracked a smile b**hes actin foul
Cause' I can't afford a jack or black and mild some how
I'm still getting high till I'm pa**ing out
So anyone that's wants to see me should look at the clouds
And f** whoevers' looking now laughing loud
Im fresh enough to put Hitlers mustache back in style
Hand me the percocets, I'm tied into a world full of lies
That hides the truth like trannys in turtle necks
They want the mind the soul the body and heart
Ladi dadi f** a party see were probably apart
Cause' I'm back to a song if u mad hit the bong
I might beat yo f**ing a** like my dad did my mom um
f**ing dirt ball I hope earth burns off and spirit start burst
Coming out the f**ing church walls, f** a burial
U cowards shouldn't test the courage
Khan is off his motherf**ing rocker like Muriel