[Intro: Nascar Aloe]
Ha-ha
Bitch, I'm Nascar, who are you?

[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Can't nobody rap like me or act like me
If he even try, I'm causin' casualties
Bitch, I feel like Storm 'cause this a tragedy
Ran away from hell, the demons after me
Bitch, I bossed up, and now they envy me
Fucked the game up, bitch, I'm the MVP
Yeah, I heard yo song, it sounded incomplete
Voices in my head, it's different entities

[Post-Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
But I'm ragin', instead I'm pointing guns to my head
I'm a demon, I see red, I need to feed off the flesh
Aloe aim by your chest, I calculate just like chess
Bitch, I want to cut necks, don't give a fuck 'bout blue checks

[Verse 1: Nascar Aloe]
Bitch, I'm about it, I count the pesos
Shootin' 'em down like it was Halo, uh-uh-uh
A few hundred rounds up in the Draco
Fingerin' yo bitch like Play-Doh, uh-uh-uh
Cup full of mud, with this I may blow
And yo bitch givin' fellatio, uh-uh-uh
Some' wrong with my brain, I don't think that I'm stable
But my [?] give me appraisal, uh
Bricked out, still pissed off, my dick hard, it's liftoff
I'm unchained like Django, I waltz in like Christoph
Bitch, I am Nascar, I don't need no pistol
Lil' boys want play games, I turn into Jigsaw
[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Can't nobody rap like me or act like me
If he even try, I'm causin' casualties
Bitch, I feel like Storm 'cause this a tragedy
Ran away from hell, the demons after me
Bitch, I bossed up, and now they envy me
Fucked the game up, bitch, I'm the MVP
Yeah, I heard yo' song, it sounded incomplete
Voices in my head, it's different entities

[Post-Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
But I'm ragin', instead I'm pointing guns to my head
I'm a demon, I see red, I need to feed off the flesh
Aloe aim by your chest, I calculate just like chess
Bitch, I want to cut necks, don't give a fuck 'bout blue checks

[Verse 2: Frit$God]
I don't play with dumb shit, 'boutta Pack-a-Punch, bitch
Wake up with a goth bitch, I don't play with drumsticks
Extendo clips, extendo hits
And that bitch gon' trick for shit, I'ma come in with the clique
On my hip, knock it off, ayy, bitch, knock it off
Ayy, shit, why you soft, ayy, got a sawed-off
Oh my God, turn a Christian bitch into a rock star
I got plots, all this shit that none these n***as be on
[Verse 3: kB3ACH]
I could turn a nun into a freak
Put that Xan up in her butt, now that bitch be geeked
Get that guap, get them bands every day of the week
Pussy boy talkin' shit, gonna see the bottom of my feet
Bitch, I'm out here in the streets, bitch, I'm out here in the streets
I been off the porch since a n***a was sixteen
Pussy n***a talkin' shit, but see him, won't do nothing
When my n***as catch that boy, bet they gon' do something

[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Can't nobody rap like me or act like me
If he even try, I'm causin' casualties
Bitch, I feel Storm 'cause this a tragedy
Ran away from hell, the demons after me
Bitch, I bossed up, and now they envy me
Fucked the game up, bitch, I'm the MVP
Yeah, I heard yo' song, it sounded incomplete
Voices in my head, it's different entities

[Post-Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
But I'm ragin', instead I'm pointing guns to my head
I'm a demon, I see red, I need to feed off the flesh
Aloe aim by your chest, I calculate just like chess
Bitch, I want to cut necks, don't give a fuck 'bout blue checks