(Lazy Flex!)

[Chorus: Mikey Rotten]
Got a little what you want but you can't have it
Got a problem call up Ouija and he slide with the hatchet
The way we cut you up it must be magic
Running through the streets cutting shit we causing havoc
Posted in the trap but living lavish
Murder on my mind killing ops call me savage
Why I gotta think this way, I must be damaged
I'm a little fucked up in the head but I still manage (forreal!)

(Ch-Ch-Chapter Seventeen!)
[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
(let's go!) Ooh I think she like me
Ooh I think she like me (ooh! ooh!)
No Adidas on my stripes though I'm stripey
I'm just checking what the temperaturе tonight be
Forecast frozen I was chosеn to be icy (huuh!)
Shawty only on my dicc cause she saw me with Mikey (ooh!)
And I'm rotten too, pop a fool politely (graa-graa!)
Bacc up bitch do not make me have to talk to you
Nuts hangin' low and that's all I got to offer you
I know choking on my dicc is what you wanna do (yuh)
But if you ain't a juggalette this dicc is not for you
[Chorus: Mikey Rotten]
Got a little what you want but you can't have it
Got a problem call up Ouija and he slide with the hatchet
The way we cut you up it must be magic
Running through the streets cutting shit we causing havoc
Posted in the trap but living lavish
Murder on my mind killing ops call me savage
Why I gotta think this way, I must be damaged
I'm a little fucked up in the head but I still manage (forreal!)