[Chorus: Samples]
"—I'm so ill"
("Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell")
"—i—" "—ill"
("All scars, we earn 'em, all cars, we learn 'em")
"—I'm so ill"
("When them shells come, you better return 'em")
"—i—" "—i—" "—ill"
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Uh, I came in here with enforcers and with the goons
I never fail, I aim for the stars, came up short, then I hit the moon
I'm more G than if Voorhees had the pumpkin face
MAC-11 thumpin', chase bitches never dump them
Make 'em get out
Control they minds, keep them down on that sunken place
Which is why your boy remains on top
I tell the baddest bitch around
"Hoe, you look like Tory Lanez jump shot"
I use to think raw sex was the sacred shit
'Til I switch to faithful, ate some sushi from off the chest
Of a naked chick, now I just be dissing hoes
Yeah momma, your son's grown
I literally turned down your wife so many times
Her pussy lips ice-grilling you while you licking it with your fronts on
Either get out my face or I'm defacin' you with a comment
Rappers like a bunch of baby birds waitin' for me to vomit
Nigga say that they the illest rhyming, now they got to see me
I'm what'chu call them Detroit Problems, now they got DP
Now I got the AR, so now they gotta back up
Lying 'til they got a twelve inch nose, now they got three feet
I'm who your hoes thirst for, you're the worst flow-er
To the Book of Ryan, I keep my story low, I'm the first floor
"—I'm so ill"
("Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell")
"—i—" "—ill"
("All scars, we earn 'em, all cars, we learn 'em")
"—I'm so ill"
("When them shells come, you better return 'em")
"—i—" "—i—" "—ill"
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Uh, I came in here with enforcers and with the goons
I never fail, I aim for the stars, came up short, then I hit the moon
I'm more G than if Voorhees had the pumpkin face
MAC-11 thumpin', chase bitches never dump them
Make 'em get out
Control they minds, keep them down on that sunken place
Which is why your boy remains on top
I tell the baddest bitch around
"Hoe, you look like Tory Lanez jump shot"
I use to think raw sex was the sacred shit
'Til I switch to faithful, ate some sushi from off the chest
Of a naked chick, now I just be dissing hoes
Yeah momma, your son's grown
I literally turned down your wife so many times
Her pussy lips ice-grilling you while you licking it with your fronts on
Either get out my face or I'm defacin' you with a comment
Rappers like a bunch of baby birds waitin' for me to vomit
Nigga say that they the illest rhyming, now they got to see me
I'm what'chu call them Detroit Problems, now they got DP
Now I got the AR, so now they gotta back up
Lying 'til they got a twelve inch nose, now they got three feet
I'm who your hoes thirst for, you're the worst flow-er
To the Book of Ryan, I keep my story low, I'm the first floor
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