Sven Action Bronson & The Alchemist

[Intro]
*Laughing*
Who the hell, how the hell, why the hell, what the hell?
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You see, my story got a strange plot
Eight shots, now behind the camera, ah
I meant behind the hammer
Leavin' peace like a dyin' grandma, dyin' my hair blonde
The double shotty like a bears arm
Mention money and my eyebrows lift up
The five pound fist leave you cut up, quicker than butter
I view the mountains once the suns up
Do anything to get the funds up
Motherfuckers is on the run son, ah
Weed blazer, I'm a master
Ginkgo biloba help me think faster
Throw some acid on your cheek now you're art
Scars over my heart, the part in the sharp, European shark
Big engine like a dozen bagels
With a stunning stable, makin' my rounds at all the number tables
Health is wealth, but wealth buy the fancy belts
Good, it's even easier to hang yourself

[Chorus]
You ain't shit motherfucker, need to hang yourself
You ain't shit man, you ain't shit
You ain't shit motherfucker, need to hang yourself, uh
You ain't shit, uh, you ain't shit