This a warnin′ shot, to every motherfuckin'

Little one-hit-wonder

Rap mumble brotherCrypt and I figured it′d pay the bundle

So we teamed up top, five dead or alive

We're bringin' the rain and them goin′ insane

I′ll be choppin' like a helicopter blade

Man the wolfs begun to, hunt the jungle

Stomach rumbles, lookin′ for somethin', damn

Where the fuck′s Lil Pump at? I'm kinda hungry

These kittys, 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 eviscerator, 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

Jesus 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

I held the devil, mama, made it out the ghetto

So high, fuck it and I be the illest when I feel of a villain

Killin′ anybody on will, I'm villainous still a gorilla

My pillage a village, is in buildins′ pavilions

King Kong, I'm prolly makin' a song for Kim Jon

So ching-chong, kiddies sing-along

As I′m rippin′ about 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

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

(Sheesh! Yo)

Yo, I′m not a hater, but I'll call a nigga out on his shit

I see alot of people makin′ money off of the kids

They poppin' pills, tryna hide they real feels

See somebody OD, then be surprised when it happens to them

I′m counter-culture, ya'll some vultures

Fuck that!

Prayin' on they downfalls

And bump that!

Use this music, dudes is foolish?

Ignorant niggas flashin′ they cash, blowin′ money they don't have

Flow infinite, I let ′em all rent it, and I laugh

Futuristic the illest with the pen and the pad

Since a young lad, been out as the gun blast

I was writin' raps while you was still watchin′ Rugrats

Ante, I'ma up that

Put your money where your mouth is

You don′t want smoke, your lung's black

Took a year off to sing on a bunch of songs

I was tired of the rap, but now I'm joinin′ with a come-back!

I′m tired of verses without a purpose

I'm tired of guns in the videos

I′m sick of faking it until you make it

That shit don't make sense when you really broke

I′m sick of that mumbling BS, that music that regress

I just wanna see less

I'm tired of seein′ the homies on shirts with the R.I.P

Letters right off of they heat press!

Get yo' mind right, when the time right, I know that they'll reflect

You don′t gotta listen to my music, it′s cool

But you do gotta show the young man respect

Or my hand up on yo' neck till′ I stretch the cords

Mumble rap: 0, Us: 4, check the score

There's somebody to come at me, I′m the best with war

I move in silence, comin' up like Tesla doors!

(Unh! Yeah! Hunh!)

I don′t really know what to do, be comin' and spit fast

Flow so immaculate, give me a pat on the back

Like I'm Brady and Belichick, I got these haters in check

I leave a mess if they thinkin′ of steppin′ up to the best

Then give 'em whiplash

Whether if you noddin′ up and down from the beat or the track

I'm givin′ 'em uppercuts till′ their feet is up in their ass

I'ma kill a mumblin' motherfucker before he kill somebody else

With the message that he′s tryna make on the past

Hello motherfucker, you heard me right?

Guess its hard to listen when your head is filled with purpose right?

Get merked tonight, cause′ bitches like you deserve to die

Get hurt inside with rhymes and it's absurd that I

Have to come back and reiterate this shit

I′ma charge you a fee for extending my hit-list

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes

They'll have you forever lookin′ at the back of your eyelids

And yeah, we just got back from a funeral

Luke, Mac, Crypt and Futuristic, it was beautiful

We had to say goodbye to some of the ignorants in the game

But that's what happens when they ruin the image that we portray

We don′t play around, the audience should know it now

Now I'm not sayin' we played a part in the death

But to be honest if ever the blame goes around

We take responsibility fore′ we dig ′em up and kill 'em again!

Oh, ya′ll sell tickets like Marvel Movies?

Well I still hate it like Scorsese

Ya'll are just food from McDonald′s

And I am a gourmet filet that's more tasty

I′m more crazy then a short lady

Tryna' give birth to eighty-four babies

In the very back of a Porsche Cayman

I bury rappers then pour pavement

Just because you're rapping fast

Doesn′t mean that you′re sayin' something

Ya′ll muhfuckers rap so damn slow that

Somehow you're literally sayin′ nothin'

Just because you can rap fast, doesn′t mean that you can rap good

Well, just because you can rap at all

Doesn't mean that your muthafuckin' ass should

Shoulda coulda woulda hit a hood up with a sack of

Analytical, metaphysical mastermind

I′m makin′ a fuckin' mockery of anybody

Makin′ an attempt to take the fuckin' top from me

A brutal ass a beatin′ get the broccoli

(Bru-Bru!) Build a Tommy gun and then the bodies come

(Du-du-du-du-du-du!) Here the choppers come

Everybody gotta win, you gotta get aboard

There's blood up in the ocean water

And it′s washing to the shore, Ay

I'm ridin' to the core, catch a body, maybe four

I′m gonna drop you to the floor like this is Gatti vs Ward

I got a shotty and a sword, in fact I′m already at war

You know I got a perfect score

And I'm stompin′ you some more

You'll be dead, body in the morgue, talking to the lord

You ain′t got an audience no more, all of 'em are bored

You don′t party anymore, nobody watches when you perform

Now you gotta go and get a job at the Gucci store

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang

Song is two years old gee whiz. who would think?

Pull your motherfuckin' pants up, your coochie stank

Fuck the dumbass tats on your stupid face

I'd rather listen to Wu-Tang, I′d rather listen to Luke and Crypt

I′d rather listen to Futuristic, and you'd rather listen to this

I′m about to really go insane in the game

Give even half a lil' bit of fame to another motherfucker

That got little in his name, fuck Gucci

You should join the Literacy Gang

Kids used to want to be astronauts in space

Now kids wanna put tats up on they face

All we tryna be is the best MCs

This the death of mumble rap, rest in peace