[Verse 1: JK The Reaper]
You're dead to me, and I hope you know
Riding on empty fumes, praying you'll make it home
Bet you'll remember me, when I'm dripping gold
I know you still have my number
So one day you'll call me up, I'll tell you baby
You're dead to me, and I thought you knew
I hope that you think of me, when he's fucking you
It's okay I understand, cause somehow I always knew
That you were transparent, your mask is see through
And that's why, Stephanie, I still love you
I feel like a hypocrite, cause I still love you
Stephanie, heard they call you Headphanie
You suck me up so amazing, I think that's the irony
You're dead to me, and I hope you know
I'm riding on empty fumes, praying I'll make it home
So I can get to you, you look like you played along
I know you still have my number
So one day you'll call and I can tell you about everything
And I hope you know, I hope that you think of me
When he's fucking you
I really don't understand
That somehow I never knew
That you were transparent, your mask is see through, and that's why you're everything
That's why you're everything
That's why you're everything
That's why you're everything
[Verse 2: Twelve'Len]
See I remember when, I remember way back when
Back when, when I didn't have shit
Gotta take it down
An experience I won't ever forget
Back when, when I was way too gone
When I was way too young
Must admit it I was way too dumb
Going out, getting way too drunk
Through that moment met you
One time for the [?] heard 'bout you
See I know you feel like I'm still swept on you, crazy (oh, you so crazy)
This a thank you for helping know something amazing (oh, you wanna know something)
But I wanna tell you that you're dead to me
And I hope you know
I haven't been drinking much, still praying to make it home
Wanna tell you 'bout everything, now that I'm dripping gold
Your mask was transparent, your mask was see through
Wanna tell you you're dead to me
Wanna tell you you're dead to me
Cause you used to be everything
Yeah you used to be everything

[Skit: Billie, Chester , Colt 45 spokesman]
"Back in the day I didn't drink that shit! I used to call it "Devil's Piss". 'Til my wife told me it'll probably fix my limp dick problems. So I copped a 40, took it to the face, and we got nastier than two boars in a pig pen. 30 minutes later I was juuust about to cum. Then my cousin Chester walked in!"
"Billie! What in the Sam Hill are you doin'? That's your sister! Janet, get the rifle! He's fucking Josephine again!"
"Fuck you Colt 45, how was I supposed to know it was my damn sister? I was drunk!"
"Colt 45, it's not our fault you fucked your goddamn sister you fucking incest asshole, look, we're not responsible for anything you do and I'm tired of you n***as comin' at the brand like it's our fault! You drink this shit 'cause you bought it, motherfucker! Look, man ay-
Colt 45, you need to calm down."