Motherfuckers wanna raise hell in the car park
Gotcha takin shelter in the dirt like an aardvark
Bright spark, someone lit the fireworks
Dunkirk, light it up and show em’ how a pyre works
It’s ya funeral, least ya life was beautiful
She the Mamacita here to show ya how desire hurts
Hey squirt
Where the fuck ya runnin dude?
Gotta give ya platitudes on my attitude
Gotta set the latitude, for the air strike
Sweatin in the tracksuit and the fake Nike’s
I get likes, really on the reg tho
Gonna light the fucker up, blow the powderkeg yo
Ya bleeding from the head slow
Someone get a paramedic
Better fucking quit it, I’m just fuckin feelin paralytic, Bender gotta spit it, speed it up and double quick it
Oh fuck
Someone called the po po
Someone was ya mom, rumour is she a slow hoe
Bad Trouble
Scoot it on the double
Runnin with the bongos like we Fred and Barney rubble
Uh
Crazy kinda altercation
Probably need some compensation for your facial alterations
Damn
Got a lil complication
By my calculation it’s the day for your assassination
Get back, get back, motherfucker
Smoke dat, smoke dat, burnin rubber
Leaving that black on the asphalt,
Jump the fence, pole vault, running like it’s your fault
So hard, motherfuckers fried cos they
Smoke shard, lotta Brain damage
I’m the Randy Savage
Pillaging ya villages
Killer from the villa
Diligent and villainous
Infamous, viciousness is limitless
I’m just a fly guy, you the antithesis
I got the third eye, see more vividness
You gotta F but I wrote the whole syllabus
Yeah
It’s a battle track
I’m a battle cat speaking psychobabble crap
Killer zodiac, take a kodiak, just a white dude rapping like I’m Toby Mac
Get back, get back motherfucker
Ya soundtrack sound whack, leave it in the gutter
Did I stutter, yeah I didn’t think so
Flamingo kinda gringo, he never out of synchro
Gotta lotta lingo, lotta vocabulary,
You the kinda bimbo always calling the constabulary
Snooping out ya window, snitchy little Becky
Honeys always jumping on, bitches wanna wreck me
Yeah they kinda sexy, gonna watch they motivation
Whole lot are tripping on the daddy issue seperation
I speak the truth tho, the truth hurts
The truth is tho, you the worst
Bender writes the best verse, never saw it coming, your
Shortcomings, I summon, to the forefront
You slumming, Bender always, what they more want
You got the character of manikins in storefronts
Especially the headless ones
Gotchya lady givin me the head and breakfast son
Got the black belt but the white face
Put ya into deep space in a neck brace
Throw ya in the ocean in a sack, that’s a sack race
Sinkin with bricks while I’m winning in the yacht race
Yeah I know I said it wrong
Don’t give a fuck, havin fun making fire songs
Gotta issue? Grab ya self a tissue
The doors over there, ain’t no one gonna miss you
No one gonna kiss you
Call my manager if ya really gotta issue