[Verse 1]
Bitch i'm a fucking monster!
I will hit you with the tonka
You like willy wonka
Bitch this my chocolate factory
Bitch i'm about to get charged with a battery
I'm thinking of giving this hoe satisfactory
People like ice spice are manufactory
You think i'm broke bitch see my salary
Better hide them Oompa Loompas, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'm taking my bitch to red lobster and i think she fonder me
I see nobody as hard as me and i'm pretty sure you will agree but she will soon see that i'm more than a random guy, her birthday was July but quickly went back to January so its supposed to be an annuary, Matthew Carey and Matthew Perry like i don't see the fucking difference i know you hear the lyrics yea i'm throwing physics and spirits and you call it an phyrits don't know what that means, throwing shit at you and it goes to who? i don't but back into the rhyme schemes why does it seems i adapt with this heat so strap in ya seat, and come until the ride is complete and we going to the southeast so um...

[Verse 2]
Come with me and you will see into the dark-side of my fucking brain and the fucking pain that i can't maintain and i shot you in the vein if you fuck with my emotions that are moving in slow-motion mixing up potions with Trojans
Like misses Owens and Lois and Romans poems and shit and get in it so let me transmit through it