[Verse 1: GAWNE]
This a warnin' shot to every motherfuckin'
Little one-hit-wonder, rap mumble brother
Crypt and I finna get paid a bundle, so we teamed up
Top five dead or alive, we're bringin' the rain and thunder
Goin' insane, I'll be choppin', like a helicopter blade
Man, the wolf's begun to hunt the jungle
Stomach rumbles, lookin' for somethin', damn
Where the fuck's Lil Pump at? I'm kinda hungry
These kitties better never come to my city
Come to the Windy, you gon' get nothin' but animosity
Midwest monopolies, monstrosities
Rap god, I'ma leave the beat in poverty!
Hostility, drop a bomb on the enemy
Artillery, blowin' up your auxiliary
Hit 'em with the intercontinental capabilities
Leavin' no stability in the Middle East
Benghazi, Hillary, yeah
Will I be a kamikaze and kill a beat?
Nobody really wanted this smoke, so I'm hittin' 'em with the Juul pod, nicotine
Smokin' 'em like a chicken in the rotisserie
Finger on the frickin' detonator, incinerating
And straight eviscerators, I consider eliminating
Every hater in the visible vicinity like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Terminator, fuckin' mumble rap exterminator
Then again I spit it, wicked, demented and venomous
'Cause I'm sick of the bitter freakin' diggin' and reapin' the benefits
When I'm rappin' it like a missile, disintegrated in remnants
I'm beginnin' to be the reaper, so I load the MAC, attack!
Doo-doo! Everybody dies when I nuke you
Screws loose, losin' my mind, I'm goin' cuckoo
Who knew I would be the rap Babe Ruth?
Jésus in suede shoes, I hit 'em and straight shoot
The skeletons walk through the elements, wordsmith, the Letterman
Way too competitive, rap with the best of 'em, the veterans
And I've just entered the seventh level of hell, the devil
Mama, made it out the ghetto
So how the fuck could I not be the illest when I feel like a villain
Killin' anybody at will? I'm villainous, still a gorilla
I'm pillagin' villages and buildings, pavilions, King Kong
I'm probably makin' a song for Kim Jong
So ching-chong, kiddies sing-along as I'm rippin' a pad the quickest
Yeah, when I'm pickin' apart the rap and I put the pen the pad
And Peter Piper pickin' a pickled pepper, Peter, I picked it next
I figure that I'm doin' this straight, just shittin' tracks at mumble rap
Uh, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Brrt!)
Shooting range, too much rage, who to slay?
Grippin', I weaponize all the rhymes, they demise
To the mumble gods when we hit 'em like it's MMA
Gucci-Gucci-Gucci-Gucci-Gucci gang
Murder everybody like a shooting rampage
Yeah, kill 'em all, Fentanyl, blow 'em up, molotov
Mazel tov, death to mumble, I rule the game
This a warnin' shot to every motherfuckin'
Little one-hit-wonder, rap mumble brother
Crypt and I finna get paid a bundle, so we teamed up
Top five dead or alive, we're bringin' the rain and thunder
Goin' insane, I'll be choppin', like a helicopter blade
Man, the wolf's begun to hunt the jungle
Stomach rumbles, lookin' for somethin', damn
Where the fuck's Lil Pump at? I'm kinda hungry
These kitties better never come to my city
Come to the Windy, you gon' get nothin' but animosity
Midwest monopolies, monstrosities
Rap god, I'ma leave the beat in poverty!
Hostility, drop a bomb on the enemy
Artillery, blowin' up your auxiliary
Hit 'em with the intercontinental capabilities
Leavin' no stability in the Middle East
Benghazi, Hillary, yeah
Will I be a kamikaze and kill a beat?
Nobody really wanted this smoke, so I'm hittin' 'em with the Juul pod, nicotine
Smokin' 'em like a chicken in the rotisserie
Finger on the frickin' detonator, incinerating
And straight eviscerators, I consider eliminating
Every hater in the visible vicinity like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Terminator, fuckin' mumble rap exterminator
Then again I spit it, wicked, demented and venomous
'Cause I'm sick of the bitter freakin' diggin' and reapin' the benefits
When I'm rappin' it like a missile, disintegrated in remnants
I'm beginnin' to be the reaper, so I load the MAC, attack!
Doo-doo! Everybody dies when I nuke you
Screws loose, losin' my mind, I'm goin' cuckoo
Who knew I would be the rap Babe Ruth?
Jésus in suede shoes, I hit 'em and straight shoot
The skeletons walk through the elements, wordsmith, the Letterman
Way too competitive, rap with the best of 'em, the veterans
And I've just entered the seventh level of hell, the devil
Mama, made it out the ghetto
So how the fuck could I not be the illest when I feel like a villain
Killin' anybody at will? I'm villainous, still a gorilla
I'm pillagin' villages and buildings, pavilions, King Kong
I'm probably makin' a song for Kim Jong
So ching-chong, kiddies sing-along as I'm rippin' a pad the quickest
Yeah, when I'm pickin' apart the rap and I put the pen the pad
And Peter Piper pickin' a pickled pepper, Peter, I picked it next
I figure that I'm doin' this straight, just shittin' tracks at mumble rap
Uh, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Brrt!)
Shooting range, too much rage, who to slay?
Grippin', I weaponize all the rhymes, they demise
To the mumble gods when we hit 'em like it's MMA
Gucci-Gucci-Gucci-Gucci-Gucci gang
Murder everybody like a shooting rampage
Yeah, kill 'em all, Fentanyl, blow 'em up, molotov
Mazel tov, death to mumble, I rule the game
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