| Yo, yo, what’s good? |
| Esoteric |
| INS your Highness |
| DOOM |
| Czarface at it again, y’all ready? |
| Yo |
| I’m fire in the summertime, cookin' with more heat |
| Flow like DiCaprio, wolf of all beats |
| The speak’s deep like leviathan |
| Boss with the cross-fader, Lord Vader to a Kylo Ren |
| Search for the plug, I hurt you with love |
| Man they pop holograms, call em' virtual thugs |
| I’m sinister, hear the strings on the Czar guitar |
| Sick with it Doc' Strange in the Arkham yard |
| We go dumber than Trump |
| More money on the mind, got numbers to crunch |
| Y’all just waking up for the day, I’m on lunch |
| I portray my own self, perform my own stunts |
| Like Czarface bustin' in through the window |
| Bones broke, no hope for your kinfolks |
| Yeah, as long as Czarface wins |
| We’ll be more talked about than Beyonce’s twins |
| Dig it? |
| No friendly warfare, this ain’t wrestlin' |
| There’s nothing staged over here, you’re trippin' Mescaline |
| Drinkin', could’ve got smacked for what he thinkin' |
| Whoever said the word— whack! Abe Lincoln |
| Vil still spend stacks off crack, stay crinklin' |
| This game’s built to get got while blinkin' |
| Rappers do big up jail like a recruiter |
| Game lieutenant hit a boy, said he wasn’t shooter |
| Told him |