[Intro: Blondie]
Roll my sleeves up when my tee's tucked
I look like I read books
Now my knees scuffed and my hands cuffed
How they catch me? I'm shook
The thrill has made me into crazy
Now it's time to get booked
My girl hate me, will not take me
Saying she don't date crooks
Cause I'm a bad man
I just laze around, count my chips
Not too many of 'em
He ain't worth killing
I'm a dead meat, please eat
Preheated the oven

[Verse 1: jonny sé]
Well then fuck it
I done told y'all for the love of god they don't love us
So I'll tear they hearts out
Think they smart now, I'm in they spot now
Load it cock blow, Row that boat down
Thinking different, murder verses, and burn the building
And it's fuck ya feelings
Heard the curses, N pursed the billions
Worse than thirst this shit hurt civilians
Heard it first he turnt the children
Jonny baby, the worsest villain
Call me crazy, I kamikaze
Bitch burst ya village
Up in flames, it ain't worth the pillage
But y'all know the name
[Hook: Blondie]
Jimmy fucking Carter
Frozone with the mic
I need a little water
Put on my mask
And I go Jason with the slaughter
Don't close your eyes
Cuz you ain't waking up tomorrow
Jimmy fucking Carter
Frozone with the mic
I need a little water
Put on my mask
And I go Jason with the slaughter
Don't close your eyes
Cuz you ain't waking up tomorrow

[Verse 2: The Nuke]
You’re a murderer? I'm on death row
Might Kamikaze like I'm Kakashi
Kameha while Shenron watches
Sharingan ya into your coffin
You try to copy my moves, style, swag, mood, rhymes, facts
Please dial back
Is what you say, to every girl named Penny
While I'm picking up dime bags
I'm back, its the return of the Mac
Like Steve Jobs carrying a backpack
Attack with a Mac eleven strapped to my back
How gonna you counteract a n***a in a flak jack
Better have Aflac, I don't mean Ben man he's a mad quack
Because when I shoot, I'm Dylan Roof in the pews
Going poof at the backs of these mad blacks
Bang
[Hook: Blondie]
Jimmy fucking Carter
Frozone with the mic
I need a little water
Put on my mask
And I go Jason with the slaughter
Don't close your eyes
Cuz you ain't waking up tomorrow

[Verse 3: Årmå]
Envision it
Ambition with definitions, forbidden texts, first editions
This is all I could wish for since
Summoning sickness
It's time to gather magic
Tappin' into this
Taught that thought for food
Turned to rot to drop
So illiterate
Just a hobbling invalid
That hopped on that ultimate infinite
Like God had pre-scripted it
Sippin it, more
Stimulant, more
Indica you're
Kissin the floor
Grippin the wall
Isn't it wrong?
I've lived it before
“Living is so intimate
Whoa, if you finna I'm into it!”
He muttered with his lips
Still wrapped round an acid fountain
You can clap for him kids, but leave him as you found him
[Outro: lateau]
Afraid of the sillage you'd leave
Sheets that covered my cheeks
Waiting for you was a fool of me
Hopefully you arrive in time for my eulogy