Barretta not loading
Regretta forloathing
Ayy
Forgetta the holdings
The hate and the molding
Ayy
The will is not winnowed
The willow not wilting
Ayy
The jamma is jammed
And the stunter's not stilting
I get my foot in the door before I stumble
I'm tripping
I stand up shook then I shake it off when nobody looking
Barretta not loading
Regret and forloathing...they're loading
Forgetta the holdings
The hate and the molding
Ayy
The fill is not waning
The window is paining
Ayy
Suppressor not holding
The regime is folding
Ayy
If I build a wall, if I build it tall
I can spread the ointment, k** them all
(indecipherable nonsense)
Up against the wall, up against the wall