[Verse 1: Yung $now]
Long—, long—, long—
Long hair, don't care, bitch, I don't give a fuck
Open me up in a new window
Talkin' about that bong sharin', lawnchair chillin' in the kitchen
$crimmy whippin' up the dope, while I'm playin' Nintendo
Slit my lymph node, *59 stay in the dark
Fuck the limelight, bitch, that's my kinfolk
Been throwed since '94
Dick throwed a little bit to the left, 'til I find the right ho, oh
Really though, I hate when corny motherfuckers say they got a sick flow
Soundin' like Carl Winslow, bitch, I'm spittin' Dead Snow
That's a good movie, we can watch it, we can fuck and then you can go to bed, ho
Bitch, turn off the lights, I can still see the glow
Keep it up and I'ma take you home
Crib like an igloo, bitch, that's why they call me Yung $now, oh

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
It's that Yung Pharaoh blowin' on that Sarah Sparrow
Eyes lookin' narrow, sippin' lean wit' a sombrero
Rio de Janeiro paint on my fuckin' Chevy
Ridin' 'round wit' a bitch that look like Lil' Debbie
Now tell me what you know
Yung Vincent Van Gogh
Lil John McEnroe
Put the blade to my throat, it's that $uicide—
My manic depressive and gun on the dresser mind state
The psycho professor, the demon possessor, but nevertheless a soul mate
In a grey state
Watch me raise the crime rate
Welcome to Hell's gates, bitch
I'm that flamin' dragon
Seven heads, and draped in satin
Speakin' tongues in Latin
Yung Death
Lil Famine