Chorus (Dylan That Bitch):
In The Lions Den, that's where we will play
I will take your man even if he isn't gay
In The Lions Den, that's where you will lay
And you're dead now
No time to Pray

Verse 1: (Ratchet Robbie):
Talk down on me bitch and I will fucking end you
Neck so cold got you in a fucking igloo
Be real with me cunt when you count my quarters
You're in my court now, pass the ball
I've got you cornered

Chorus (Dylan That Bitch):
In The Lions Den, that's where we will play
I will take your man even if he isn't gay
In The Lions Den, that's where you will lay
And you're dead now
No time to Pray

Verse 2: (Dylan That Bitch):
In The Lions Den, is where we fucking play
Bitch, i'm here to stay and i will not go away
Handing out flyers make it known who we are
Fuck with the pretty boys maybe you’ll become a star
Nah just playing we'll do donuts in your yard
Fuck with us, and you're over unless you're lucky four leaf clover
Come and meet my choppa I will turn you into Mufasa
Chorus (Dylan That Bitch):
In The Lions Den, that's where we will play
I will take your man even if he isn't gay
In The Lions Den, that's where you will lay
And you're dead now
No time to Pray

Verse 3: (Ratchet Robbie)
Catch a flight, Mr. White
You're a grown man right?
Left skidmarks in your hard, when you weren't home to say: "get off my lawn"
'cause you're old like TreyWay (tounge roll)
Call me Psycho, call me crazy but you don't like me baby
Just cause I'm oh so wavy and I got you looking lazy
I'll get you real hazy
You can wreck his Mercedes
Say what you want to say but it won't your way
You're in The Lions Den
There's no time to pray