(Verse 1)
My name is ****, b**h
I'm here to blow your house down
Cut your body up
And hide the pieces in the ground
And drain a pint of blood
Into that mother f**ing dixie cup
And force six s*uts
To drink AB neg like "bottoms up"
What the f**?
This f**ers going nuts
And now he's choking news reporters
'till they flash the public musty c*nts
What the friggen sh**
This f**ers overdoing it
Come on, give the woman back
Her fingers, toes and nose and sh**
I turned this b**h into
Helen Keller's second coming
Give me half a second and a paring knife
I'll think of something else to do
Who else to screw
And whos up next for torture
My vote is cast for Hillary
And c*nts that go support her
And any mother f**er calling
Human rights important
Is on deck for riding dick
Until your p**ys split in four
So come and talk some sh**
I'm the Big Bad Wolf
And I'ma skip pa**ed the carving
Cuz your body whole I will engulf
(Verse 2)
This Sasquatch is back in here
To f** your tinderboxes up
Your Legos and Kineks are left
But sh**, your sister's in the trunk
Good luck finding me
I disappear at once and now
This b**h is like the seventh victim
I've abducted this month
Shut up c*nt
I got a f**ing dump truck
Of bodies that I need to dump and hide
You h*mo dumb f**
Step aside
Or get your a** f**ed up worse
Than Rihanna when her boyfriend
Got a fist of sh**ty haircut
Say what? Nah
I truly never give a f**
I showed up to my father's funeral
With some 40's f**ing drunk
And high as sh** on Vicodin
Writing all my rhymes in pen
I found up in the glove compartment
Of his Volkswagen
And pissed up on his f**ing grave
The f** I say?
I'm going out my f**ing mind, but sh**
I guess I f**ing feel this way
I'm just a villain who gets
Feelings in his nuts
When ladies show their bu*ts
Or anybody says the words "f**" or "c*nt"
I f** a c*nt and leave my
f**ing dick up in her
While I bust a fat nut but I ain't
Looking for a child
So I wait a couple month's
And fist the b**h's uterus
And eat the f**ing fetus up for lunch
And clean the mess up
With a tissue
You got a f**ing issue?
b**h I'm here to f**ing diss you
And open palm slap the silly
Living sh** right out of you
And jerk my dick off
In your f**ing open chest cavity, ooh
So maybe next time
Don't f** with players stronger than you
Maybe next time
You'll let me put my balls in it too
Those salty dogs ain't all that
Ballers put in jaws, so it's cool
And I don't really give like
Half a sh**ty wipe what you do
So call the po-po, an ambulance
A counselor and a fireman too
Cuz you be chillin with me
But I'm be up in you
Whether you like it or not
I know the truth is you do
The f** you running for?
The grave ain't gon be distant for you
So if you're f**ing 'round, b**h
Taste the points of my clip
Taste a verse of my sh**
Taste the tip of my dick
The f** you trying to do, man
You running?
Good, I guess we're taking a trip
Let's f**ing split