[Intro: Ouija Macc]
Fucc it here we go bitch I'm coming for your dome (gone!)
Will we let your ass live? That's a no (rollin')
Mobbin' with the clique and we thicc when we roll (boi!)
One thang I could say that's for sure (bitch!)
(Ch-Ch-Chapter Seventeen)
We going nugget bowling bitch
We going nugget bowling bitch

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Fucc it here we go bitch I'm coming for your dome (for yo dome!)
Will we let your ass live? That's a no (Nah)
Mobbin' with the clique and we thicc when we roll (rollin')
One thang I can say that's for sure (yuh!)
Shawty give me head then her head got to go (bye!)
How the fucc else am I 'pose to nugget bowl
Chop that bitch off then I let that thang go
Bitch I got the high score (yuh)
Pluck they eyes out (uh) then I throw (then I throw!)
Best way to get a grip on the skull (ha!)
Bouncing down the lane got a split in this hoe
And it's funny that's exactly what just happened to her throat (haha!)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Dead body boy get the bread
Chapter seventeen we the chefs (we cookin' shit)
What's that? Got a severed head (gon' and gimme that!)
We be nugget bowling with the clique (hol' up!)
[Verse 2: Darby O'Trill]
Hoppin' up outta the wagon a hatchet slashing at the neck the less hair that they got the better so I am collecting skinheads
Me, I cut the nose off put my thumb in there instead
Remove all the lips to the spinal cord so that the nugget will roll the best
Your life will not be spared but I'll be rolling me a spare
I only bowl with human domes nothing else can be compared
When the skin falls off and it far beyond repair
I'll go and get a new one fuck it go and get a pair
Pull up with two balls like a nut sack (nut sack!)
This turn I got a split like a buttcrack (a buttcrack!)
The alley wasn't ready for a bloodbath (a bloodbath!)
But Chapter Seventeen is all about that (let's go!)
I just got a turkey with the head of an attorney
Brains leaking down the lane as the ball goes down its journey
My backup is the noggin' of the leader of the clergy
God must be with him cause I just bowled me a clean 30 (blehh!)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Dead body boy get the bread
Chapter seventeen we the chefs (we cookin' shit)
What's that? Got a severed head (gon' and gimme that!)
We be nugget bowling with the clique (hol' up!)

*Anemoia, a drug you can trust!*