text: Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Your crisis is my alarm
  Why Im like, Shh, stay calm
  You fight shit I ride upon
  My knife been drawn
  3-6-5 light of dawn
  Lit up rock you live under
  Ass backwards motherfucker
  Features like hot butter
  Like your brothers your father
  And your sisters your mother
  Trend setter maximum
  Third planet from the sun
  Orbit my lungs
  Bulldozin cul-de-sacs
  Ground under over every act
  Cut no slack, no slack
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  No chance to throw, I rush the mound
  Rage stormin off the chains
  Remind me of rape house slave cock rings
  Youre played out like talking
  Your cadence is sloppy
  Cant break me, I got me
  Youre grave stink, Im lofty
  Youre lady like loli
  Pop tramp on that jigaboo
  Goddamn, Im so sick of you
  I despise that shit
  What I would never align me with
  Feel free to mime me but dont be saltine
  When I call you a biter, bitch
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop
  Pop, pop, pop, pop