They're here! Uh, Lil fucking Uzi the Antichrist Black $uede Bitch, I got my Glock cocked When you hear that knock, knock, knock Death at the door, telling you: It's time to close shop! So you drop to your knees, begging please to stop But he's not, it's inevitable Leave you dead on the floor Bitch, I got that motherfuckin' dead president flow More Benjamins, hoe Yeah, I'll go to your show because attendance is low (Excuse me, excuse me!) Matter fact, fuck that Bring a backpack full of crack wrapped in dynamite Hand it out that Friday night Sure enough, got you fans hooked Only way you were going to blow up, motherfucker I'm G*59 signed Crime don't pay, but I will pay for the crime, uh Got the Devil on my side Yeah, we kick it all the time I'm the one who told him that God was a bitch Fuck him, let's ride Grab that cross and flip it around Drive into town like: Whats up? We down Yung God! I'm the one that nailed Jesus to the cross, you feel me? I'm fucking Pontius Pilate TRAP HOUSE $CRIM! I'm pissin' on crosses in churches Chrome to your dome, and I murk ya' Twenty deep when we ride that excursion I'm itchin' for death and I'm lurkin' Life full of sin Chalk on cement Momma be begging: Don't do drugs again! Murder something, hearse full of friends Snatching up purses, and kicking doors in 187, gripping MAC-11 You wanna find out if all dogs go to heaven? Gold on my chain, drugs in my brain I'm slicing my wrist with the mental deranged $Crimmy insane Dope got me numb West Bank sewers where I crawled out from Smoke in my lungs, I'm about to blackout Got a bottle full of Roofies that I'm about to pass out Coke I be sniffing Lean I be sipping Trying to OD, 'cause that's always my mission Drug-fueled demon Got to stay stoned Walk up in hell, like: Hey Honey, I'm home!