[Intro: fatmowf]
Shout out to DOOM, man
Rest in peace the god

[Verse 1: fatmowf]
Yo
If looks could kill, I should probably be arrested
For brandishing a weapon, I bought this swag at Smith and Wesson
The devil was the clerk, I told him that I'd pay with debit
'Cause for some fucking reason these n***as never give me credit
When Huckleberry's on the song, you know it's fucking epic
Man have you heard Killcat? That shit sounds schizophrenic
The Llama hand sign, I throw it up like anorexic
Pray to myself, cause your religion, I just cannot respect it
N***as out here buying shit, just so thеy can flex it
Man you don't even likе the shit, you just follow aesthetics
That just could never be me, stop the trickery
Take that mask off, cause you too fucking old for trick or treat
White girl sucked my dick we making black history
Black girl sucked my dick, she drank my white supremacy
N***as talking bout some "they not feeling me", you shitting me?
I must be live at the deaf club like Dead Kennedys, n***a
Homicide or suicide? Man I hate choosing sides
But we can make it happen, pick a victim, I'll let you decide
But if you ever disrespect me, you'll get brutalized
Worse than Kanye West alone in a room with a Jewish guy
You n***as fucking lame, you n***as my opposite
You n***as fucking hating must have lost your common sense
You n***as can't be saved, now Imma state the obvious
That one thing I don't play about is motherfucking LLAMASPIT, ya dig?
Yeah
[Verse 2: Suave Dubois]
One two, one two, yes, yes
Bitch, I'm swinging for an online Hitler, and it's clipse if it lands
Then turn the lower east side into 50s Japan
I can Shinzo Abe Obama for the kids in Sudan
So don't get me started on (yay!), or this shit will get banned
I don't like this, gassed like Ye on the Nitrous
No Mohammad Atta I'm a motherfucking flight risk
Ra upper, Irish Isis
Pulled over soberly, didn't show license
Your wifey chicken wing, your shorty tossed in buffalo
I ditch a situationship before the Christmas costs explode
Bitch I'm rock and roll, Chappell Roan hot to go
Apps up on her Apple TV, I'm playing Crossy Road
S. Dubois bitch report on the floor
Few troops, it's a few battles short of a war
Too cute, remember days used to say it in jest
But nowadays, bitch I'm king, so I say it with chest
It's King Geedorah, Wait no, baby it's S.D the
Next suave, espionage and a new leader
Baby girl, I agree, it's egregious
Working 'til my fucking hands bleed like Christ Jesus
Suave selling K2 to K-12, moonlighted as the man on the moon and it pay well
John Kennedy, told buddy get out the way
Come out and show them, come out to play
Bitch