[Verse 1: Club5ifty]
Back on my bullsh*t, I'm dusting off my tool kit
Spooly and the Mastamiind'll, show you how
To do this, Nicky green goo drip
You can't get a good grip, y'all
Some belts, I can hear you
Squeaking, when you slip
Back on my bullsh*t like a bullwhip
Snap back got a knack for the attack
On some rude sh*t, got a sh*tty attitude
I am not your f*cking dude, you don't
Think be like it is, but it f*cking do
I don't owe a thing to you, I ain't tryna
Hear you talk, artillery Messiah crossing
Ponds with the gun walk, walk tall over
Bodies in hall, I go so hard it's retarded
And I hope they hear the call, hope they
Heed the reason, I'm scheming whipping
The game raw, it's the season for suicide
And for treason, it's time for dead leaves
Time to feel your blood freezing
That Jersey Devil Demon came
When momma rolled the dice
The old shuck came and ripped
The soul from my life, guess I owe
Someone a debt, must have traded
Them my light, I ain't got sh*t to
Show, I must be the Antichrist
[Verse 2: MASTAMIIND]