Roach in the b*tch I'm a tumor call me cancer, tell a make a wish kid suicide is the answer, introduce Nina to a couple pole dancers, then I made em Disappear b*tch, roach a necromancer
Snort a line and call the cops, I call that sh*t a kamikaze, Coke and blow up in my nose, that taser ain't gone f*cking stop me, I'ma keep on beating dikes so you can call me Rhonda Rousey, Dig a b*tch up out her grave I call that sh*t some sloppy toppy
Talking to these b*tches like roach is a f*cking manakin, I f*ck and c*m and dump em like Jeffery Dahmer with whores again, my whole life is filled with sin, triple six under my skin, kill a b*tch in blue and white
n*gga you can call me fin
(na na na, you take that f*cked up sh*t right back where the f*ck you got it broke ass n*gga. you hear me n*gga? we only listen to drake n*gga, you want to hear some real music, you go listen to some mof*ckin J-cole n*gga, you want to hear some real music go listen to some Russ n*gga, where the f*ck my Russ at, if you threw away my Russ I'ma beat yo ass swear to god)
White power in my nose this buildings bout to f*cking blow, I turn it up to 9/11 b*tch jump (juranimo) Got ya'll n*ggas running circles like this sh*ts spaghettios, and if you keep on talking sh*t you get yo fill of bullet holes, got ya'll n*ggas running till ya'll feet hurt b*tch its Dr.Scholls, and if ya'll eep on talking I'ma smoke ya'll n*ggas like a bowl, too cold, too bold, roach ain't got no f*cking soul, I'ma tell a b*tch to slurp me up like I'm a Danimals