(Yea, yea, you're on the mic now)
(Okay)
(Boy, I took a big poop)
(Hahaha)
(Oh fuck!)

[Lil Darkie]
Yea
Bitch
Shut the fuck up
What the fuck going on?
You in the house of pain, bitch
And it's over now, I'ma make it simple and plain, bitch (yuh)

What the fuck is up?
Bitch, I'm higher than the sky
I'm like some wine, I'm better everyday that I'm alive
You gotta try, but I could do this while I close my eyes
It's Terror Reid and Little Darkie bringing your demise

I'm hitting beats, I fuck around and make 'em see the light
Left and right, hooks, I'm writing raps like I'ma fight the Mike
You don't evеn got yo' hands up, I might make you cry
Throw some punches back, I'm brеakin' spines, he tap out, resign
Haters talkin' everyday, I guess Lil Darkie deaf
I can't hear you, but I can smell the bullshit that's on yo' breath
"I don't like that kinda music, I prefer to listen to mainstream, it sound the best"
Bitch, are you smoking meth?
Or maybe crack, I'm breaking bones when I'm on the track
You n***as wack like mosquito, I smack and make a mess
Obsessed with how you dress and takin' pics, still unimpressed
You mad as fuck, like I'm at the gym - you gettin' pressed
Like this [?] your music poop, I flush it down with some toilet paper
Moving like a sewer rat, someone call an exterminator
This shit from the future, bitch, I move like I'm the Terminator
I'ma make so much so if I'm cold I could just burn the paper
(Hahaha)
[Terror Reid]
(God damn it)
(Uh oh, uh oh)
(What's he doin'?)
(What is he doin'?)

Uh, burnin' paper on another bag
Making suckers mad, never left, they still want me back
Level max, pumping gas, dirt where i relax
Crack 'em off the map like it's Super Smash
Matter fact, peep the aftermath, going back into the past
Fuck yo' mama, kill yo' dad, target practice on her back
It's the hooligan, he playin with the tool again, he swervin' in the Cougar, bust a luger at your only friends
Doctor Darkie hit me, said he need a lil' assistance
You know ya boy, he had to pull up with the fucking vengeance
I'll stack 'em like a flapjack, pick apart the sentence
I'll send 'em packin like I'm Donald back in the Apprentice
'Cuz in the palm is where I hold the game
Vernacular insane, rearrange your face like a puzzle game
Bitch, you know the name, morally insane
Bitches want my dick all in their mouth like it's a vitamin
Real talk, I'll kill you quick and peel your skin off
Then wear it like a mask to wipe the grin off
I make a spooky movie 'bout it all, then make a spinoff
The one they can't fend off
I'm rollin' up the church and lettin' 10 off, bitch, it's Reid
[Lil Darkie]
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch, I'm higher than the sky
I'm like some wine, I'm better every day that I'm alive
You gotta try, but I could do this while I close my eyes
It's Terror Reid and Little Darkie bringin' yo' demise