[Intro]
Ha
Church
Grrt
Motherfucker

[Verse 1]
If music was a neighborhood, they wouldn't like my residence
Hammer down the V8, bumper through a wooden fence
Hazard and I'm duking in a circle with the checkered print
No caution flag, get the caution tape, I murder shit
Feel froggy, then be Kermit, bitch, throw Oscar in the garbage bin
I'm a Cookie Monster, no countin' sheep, I don't sleep for shit
Tell 'em catch the Z's, I'm just in it for the dub
In that SS with your bitch and the windows down, cuz
I'm b-b-b-bubba, mo-mother—
Mo-motherfuck a whole lane
Froze, watch 'em all go wreck еach other
I got four chains on like I'm Suge Knight, suckеr (I said, move, bitch, get out the way)
Only movin' forward, tell 'em all, "Move, motherfucker"

[Chorus]
Beast mode, the underground sinkhole
Treadin' on the name, leave you nameless like he gone
Opponent, I don't see none
Everybody talkin' levels, ask these rappers what they be on
Fuck a level, fuck a level, planet Xenon
Stratosphere status or I won't even respond
Spray 'em like some fleas, then you won't be in the lawn
Bars, motherfucker, send my ass to the gulag
I'm super hot fire, yeah, I've been around that long
[Verse 2]
Ayy, ain't no neck redder than
The one on my motherfuckin' shoulders, fam'
Holler Boy 'til the coffin, HB tatted on my hand
Two middle fingers my gang sign, rollin' stoned with a rebel edge
Rockstar, really do not give a F, cowboy with the two-step
Rowdy like a two-stroke, tell a hater, "Don't forget"
Get ate with a sixteen while I'm thirty-two years old
When I'm sixty-four, I'll be a Neuralink rap-style download
Most rappers big talk, but they brain lookin' microbe
Imagination Station in my scope, lookin' micro
This is my zone, CEO, double blow my iPhone
Salisbury on the mic though
My ice, oh, ain't got no price, ho
And now we can't kick it, got no thighbone
I been runnin' it, deserve a break, so give me Brembo
Roadrunner, big motor roamin' Tennessee timezone
Hip-hop evolvin' every time I go and get stoned
Which craft will I pick? Gear shift, hear a new tone
Brainwave too strong, skull like a group home
Different mes all chillin', fist-fightin' for the remote
They stick to a channel, but they can mentally handle
Enormous critical damage from fame, money, and scandals
My heart held for a ransom, so I ripped it out of my left rib
Took a big bite out of my own death wish
If I'm mad to the max, I swing an axe, be wood, bitch
Make fire stacks cedar, no match because I'm instant (I'm a fire flame, fi-fire flame spitter)
No royal in them royal sticks
Ain't no real redneck call an Uber to the strip
And my flow goin' forever, I don't never waste lines
Waist-deep in muddy water up to my waistline
I put the bass, I mean bass in my pocket, hook line
Snappin' on this Mud Jug head, jug line
[Chorus]
Beast mode, the underground sinkhole
Treadin' on the name, leave you nameless like he gone
Opponent, I don't see none
Everybody talkin' levels, ask these rappers what they be on
Fuck a level, fuck a level, planet Xenon
Stratosphere status or I won't even respond
Spray 'em like some fleas, then you won't be in the lawn
Bars, motherfucker, send my ass to the gulag
I'm super hot fire, yeah, I've been around that long