[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
I'm so freakin' unorthodox
I make bacon out of pigs
Throw Molotovs at squad cars and torture cops
Hardcore, tear at a bunch of hoes and they mothers' skirts
I'm the stirrer, sip syrup with Mrs Butterworth
**Burr** My guns stutter first before I murk a jerk
A hopeless romantic, I punch him off for a Birkin purse
I was cursed at birth, came out and hurt the nurse
I'm so freakin' high I'm saying goodbye to Earth
I used to be considered a failure
I'd beat up a Kangaroo to nail Iggy Azalea
Brass knuckle Benton, these rappers they [fucking] kitten
I'm Ozzy Ozbourne, I'll bite the head off a pigeon
I'm a AT-alien, bizarre rapper that's shavin' a
Scalp off your cranium, baby say hey to Damien
Tomahawk choppin' the bodies right by the stadium
Exercise violence I kill 'em at a gymnasium
No flex zone, the most slept on
East side grew up off of greens and neck bones
I'm God with a murderous ink pen
[Fuck] everybody, now Jamal Pryor dead
Bitch I don't need friends
[Verse 2: Corey Charron]
Bring in another friend and it won't be a solo fight
Two will be in dirt like motorbikes
Listen, pinheads, Charron was right
Too gutter with nothin' to spare, you'd swear that I'm bowling strikes
Punches hitting so hard you have to ice this
On cam, I'm cutthroat like ISIS
Fight this, steppin' around, in need of a crown
This ain't Krusty Burger, I'm not beefin' with clowns
Out in Canada I'm the dude to battle first
Front with me, you'll ruin your career, this like the Madden curse
This ain't ready for the shot and all the cash
I sign my name and bury ya soon as a body cast
Leave the folk to idolize with idol eyes
So def, don't make sense that I'm on time
Won't stop 'til they put me on a Billboard
If the good die young, I would have been a stillborn
Charron, Canada
I'm so freakin' unorthodox
I make bacon out of pigs
Throw Molotovs at squad cars and torture cops
Hardcore, tear at a bunch of hoes and they mothers' skirts
I'm the stirrer, sip syrup with Mrs Butterworth
**Burr** My guns stutter first before I murk a jerk
A hopeless romantic, I punch him off for a Birkin purse
I was cursed at birth, came out and hurt the nurse
I'm so freakin' high I'm saying goodbye to Earth
I used to be considered a failure
I'd beat up a Kangaroo to nail Iggy Azalea
Brass knuckle Benton, these rappers they [fucking] kitten
I'm Ozzy Ozbourne, I'll bite the head off a pigeon
I'm a AT-alien, bizarre rapper that's shavin' a
Scalp off your cranium, baby say hey to Damien
Tomahawk choppin' the bodies right by the stadium
Exercise violence I kill 'em at a gymnasium
No flex zone, the most slept on
East side grew up off of greens and neck bones
I'm God with a murderous ink pen
[Fuck] everybody, now Jamal Pryor dead
Bitch I don't need friends
[Verse 2: Corey Charron]
Bring in another friend and it won't be a solo fight
Two will be in dirt like motorbikes
Listen, pinheads, Charron was right
Too gutter with nothin' to spare, you'd swear that I'm bowling strikes
Punches hitting so hard you have to ice this
On cam, I'm cutthroat like ISIS
Fight this, steppin' around, in need of a crown
This ain't Krusty Burger, I'm not beefin' with clowns
Out in Canada I'm the dude to battle first
Front with me, you'll ruin your career, this like the Madden curse
This ain't ready for the shot and all the cash
I sign my name and bury ya soon as a body cast
Leave the folk to idolize with idol eyes
So def, don't make sense that I'm on time
Won't stop 'til they put me on a Billboard
If the good die young, I would have been a stillborn
Charron, Canada
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