I’ll suffocate this beat best believe it
Like fucking duck taping the mouth of a baby fetus
Casey Anthony that shit til it ain’t breathing
Jesus, that line just resurrected my penis
I shoot these verses intravenous
AR15 out the window of my Prius
Capping preschoolers
In bellbottom Levi’s and Looney Tunes t-shirts
Puking up a burger that I ate at Five Guys
White lies, tell these white guy rappers nice try
Rappers might try not rapping cuz whyyy
Is you rapping? Living in the pig sty back room
Of your big thighed Momma’s house flowin like a vacuum
You suck! You suck! You suckety suck
You’re sucking it up! You suck so much my dick is in love
Stupid ass classless bastard with a poopy ass
Cupid has an arrow for ya since you love your MAGA hat

This shit feels bassy, John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there’s a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up! The party’s in the basement
This shit feels bassy, John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there’s a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up! The party’s in the basement

I got a gun rack tatted on my nutsack
Dropped some acid on my tongue so pass that blunt back
I’m a weapon of mass destruction like Iraq son
Adopted my style from a culture that’s a black one
Told Antifa that I’m Queen Latifa
Then I got beat up cause they thought I was female
Don’t dab, don’t dance, don’t party
Saturday night I’m in sweat pants farting
Or the back on an Iroc listening to an iPod
Playing with my cock while chewing on a Tide Pod
Praying that I find God like it’s not my fault
I’m lost! Cruise thru life with GPS off
Cough! Turn and cough, turn and cough
Castrate your balls ‘cause you my dog
Out in the boonies drinkin’ Trulys and Boones Farm
Picturin’ George Clooney while I’m pooning your mom

This shit feels bassy, John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there’s a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up! The party’s in the basement
This shit feels bassy, John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there’s a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up! The party’s in the basement

You can’t cancel me I am cancel-free
Got that cancerous style like you can’t believe
Talk shit to me, catch hands like these
Tim Robinson I think you should leave
You can’t cancel me I am cancel-free
Got that cancerous style like you can’t believe
Talk shit to me, catch hands like these
Tim Robinson I think you should leave

This shit feels bassy, John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there’s a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up! The party’s in the basement
This shit feels bassy, John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there’s a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up! The party’s in the basement

Gray stones, gray stones,
Do I really need to drink from the bowl
Gray stones, gray stones,
Do I really need to drink from the bowl
Gray stones, gray stones,
Do I really need to drink from the bowl
Gray stones, gray stones
Port Townsend has captured our souls