[Verse 1: Oliver Tree]
Motherfuckin'
Next level shit so, make your next move
Fucking shattered like an embryo in a test tube
Let loose, and move to the bass like a fat chick
Or I could punch you in the face and make your body do a backflip
That shit’ll hurt when the ground comes arriving
Hits so hard, send the sun and earth colliding
Raiders surviving
Who created my writing?
My existence from my infinite raw uprising
So the system's aligning
To the way I rock ya
Knock ya head so hard, unaligning ya shocking
Drop the beat
So complete, I can fill up a whore
'Cause this next level shit is spinning out of control

[Verse 2: Oliver Tree]
I’m much too sick and twisted for you to admire me
My first bed time story was a crack pipe diary
Pull these pieces from my mind
Pour it in a mighty pour
Life is short when I pull the plugs from your life support
Had to store my thoughts away
'Cause they'll scare my fanbase
Freak you out and make your anal juices stain your pant leg
Damn straight, it's so
Best thing is serious
My poetry is perfectly persistent, are you hearin' it?
Yes I am
And I hope you understand
I'll tattoo my name on your forehead with a crown
Man made words, so this is my craft
Full speed, so fast, rip a midget in half, ha
Can't imagine anything that could be worse
Than having diarrhea in a full body cavity search
I laugh at the nurse while she clean up the floor
Then I smile to myself while I let out some more