I SWEAR TO GOD I'MMA PUNCH YOUR GRANDMA DIRECTLY IN THE FACE Lyrics

I will never die, I will never expire

I've got a better life, don't pretend you're higher than my

Empire is. If my head finds a hit it was

Intentionally split, fire spitted in the pit boss's

Office, kid. Nice attempt at writing Mensa lips

Adventurous offensive, I spent my life depressed and

Penning my spite in tense and quickened spikes of creativity

Nativity scenes in dreams I see in my future

I'm God-given from the Promisedland, children got my

Writings in their tiny hands while begging for a line to have

Cause all this fucking Lyson rap is cleaner than a Dyson vac

Shiny icicles collapse and strike, my priceless ass is

White in fact it's bright to keep it high up on a china cab

I'm flying hands extended to my sides so I can glide in craft

Quickness, split your life in half, I'd offer my mighty hand to

Guide you fam but can't, that's actually a shiesty plan