TeamBackPack Cypher Verse lyrics

You getting bodied a minute so f*ck around and come up on 'em leaving body in stitches
Perform (warm?)
Both sides of the fences, keeping your doors locked
Fighting with midgets
You know it's nothing to me, but a shortstop
Kicking your door in
(Member?) f*cking your whole spot
Then I'm using the back of your f*cking head as a floor mop
I lift your face off of the floor just like botox
Flow over the stove top molten lava so hot
Robotically ripping your arm off of both spots
I drop a bomb on your whole block
Launching rockets at Fort Knox
Pat down pockets at (porn?) spots
Till I f*cking forge the Mormons to call cops