Yung f*ckin warlord
Ima run up swinging a broadsword
Cardboard heroes get torn off, with jaws stomped
Floorboards - hide the bodies fix up the scoreboard
Then run through the forest away from the dog squad
These motherf*ckers ain't slick
We know they're payin for clicks
Out here lookin like tricks and
Suckin A&R dick
These motherf*ckers ain't shit
So call this shit what it is
Fake, money-backed trash
And never let em in
I might change my Xs and Os
Start wearing women's clothes
Scrap no oxytocin
Might exchange the whip for that drip
Get lit, and I'll be a drop in the ocean
Might demand a cheque to get planted
Stood on edge, the water lookin real shallow
I'll give laced x to Jumex
And someone tell nascar that Devi says 'ello
'Ello
That Devi says 'Ello
'Ello
That Devi says 'Ello