[Verse 1: PHARAOH]
Blunt is charred by white haze
This bitch is not with me
White punk will kill their squad
They shout at my back: "Outcast!"
A dozen psychos, it's like Detroit here
When I was silent, pus was pourin' out of them
Are you sure you can be me?
And a control shot in the back of the head — you're in the past, hero
Feel me the way so that the cells dying off
The demons are inside, we made deals with them
Those MC's are miserable, like littlе girls
I held a killer in my hand — you got on your knees
[Chorus: PHARAOH]
Bitch, shut up
When J.L. and I reeling up on thе wrist
Cops, suck it, I'm clean
'Cause J.L. and I reeling up on the wrist
[Verse 2: Techno]
Twenty-five corpses
Wrist is flexing (What?)
Twenty-five times per second (Per second)
I'm up to my neck in this, like
I was going to buy my soul from Baphomet
These people look at me
Every fuckboy holds out his hand and dreams of a salute (Salute, ye!)
But no love for them
Wrist is reeling for the team and will show who is the best here
I reeled her strands on my wrist and shake my hand like I'm DMX (DMX)
Every fucking day they shout at me: "Bitch, wake up!" (Bitch, wake up!)
I'm sleepy, but my wrist spins fast (My wrist!)
But my wrist spins fast (My wrist!)
The finger holds the trigger
Bitch, shut up while we're reelin'
Silently go down, fight
[Chorus: PHARAOH]
Bitch, shut up
When J.L. and I reeling up on the wrist
Cops, suck it, I'm clean
'Cause J.L. and I reeling up on the wrist