[ACTIVATE SELF]

I don't give a fuck if you forty deep cause when this .40 squeeze
Your corny team will shake like leaves in the morning breeze
You on ya knees pleading with Jesus, "Lordy please..."
You whores is sweet, and sorta pink, til I boil beef like coiled heat
You boys is weak, flamboyant, queens, I'm more unique, was born a king
Don't toy with me, I foil dreams, you soil sheets, I snore in peace
Cos a normal week of war to me ain’t Portland streets with more police
It’s ‘43. No, ‘44 when they stormed the beach of Normandy
My Story’s feed: “He’s morbid, mean”. Your story seems like Norbit’s theme
An orphan, geek, a dork, a dweeb—a boring and annoying read
You war with me...your porch’ll wreak like spoiled meat and toilet seats
I’ll grease ya scalp, no oil sheen, then board ya corpse beneath the beams