N Various Artists

[Intro]
That’s your fun dying
Combined with some rhymes
Like lunchtime with no sunshine
Like the battle where Uzain rhymed but no punchlines
I’m bout punch nine bitches and bunch crying
Stand em in all front line, add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9, MAC-11, and bust through your whole bloodline

[Verse 1]
I’m just kidding, don’t be stunned
I’m just a blunt, wicked, having fun with it
Hunt, stun, run with it
Cut you open just to jump in it
Golden moment
Takes a minute to rip it
Eat their spirit and lick it
Content with no limit
Condom is not with it
Don’t condemn and quit it
You came in with a ticket
Explicit visit? Yes
Split a wizard, lit a lizard, shit a blizzard
Standard bastard blast off to fucking the hazard
Would it matter if you mattered?

[Interlude]
What you see is music
Lit juicy shit, lucid shit
Music is using it like crucifix
Abusing it? I’m choosing it, you’re choosing it
Bruising with this amusing music oozing from a lunatic
You’re just losing it