Lyrics:

Pull up in a gold bike, got the pistol pulled tight, callin me a faggot?like?im santa or?a bold tike, comin an breakin?a habbit like im full of fuckin bud light, hatin with the dislikes, suck a dick at bed time, callin me a demon cuz im steeper then a hitch hike
Wait a fuckin minute, let me come and get up in it, gonna take it to the limit, like im eating on a pinot and im pickin on yo pocket and im never stoppin choppin and im goin like a rocket and im better while i top it, eating all the pussy like a broken fuckin bop it
Gamin to much got the motherfucker desk stains, spit em in a milisecond, god yo fuckin breathe stank, better bet a body on that motherfuckin press train, let me come and get a motherfucker imma choppa with a breast pain, eating out her pussy til i see the fucking blood stains
You know i go the pistol packin, little brother cussed mane
Smoke a little packet full of motherfuckin dust mane
Never gonna rust mane, cleaning up tough stain
Never gonna come with that backida backida flow
But you should know that im stackin an packin the dope
And im gonna tie the rope in the middle for the pope/
Gotta fizz em when i hope, call me david i will float/
Never really wanna cope, injecting all the venom even if i do it slow/
Spittin so fast u gonna wanna catch a case, better tie your shoes before you get anileated gonna get a
Guy i baited gonna make him violated, cuz i wanna kiss the fire, so they evacuated, wait!
Im the type of fucker that'll kill em with the rhythm, anybody in the prism really wanna come and bit em in the middle of the city with a semi automatic and when im shooting everybody on the motherfuckin planet