[Verse 1: Angel Haze]
Uh [bad word]  running through the [bad word] like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told y'all niggas that I'd get these [bad word] Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
I am lyrical [bad word] You [bad word] can’t see me like I’m really an illusion
I hop up on your face and do my [bad word] two-step
Till I knock the meat out like a [bad word] toothpick
Uh, I’m nasty [bad word]  like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures
Like I’m [bad word] Chris Stokes or that Raz-[bad word] Or the skin on the feet of a ashy [bad word] I am whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick [bad word] at Stadium [bad word] them other [bad word] I sound better in the place of them
I killed this [bad word]  this the [bad word] requiem

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Sick [bad word]  chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like a [bad word] [bad word] Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this [bad word] in Covert [bad word] New York, [bad word] New York

[Verse 2: Angel Haze]
I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon
That went missing from a dungeon
Y’all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
I’m satan, and I’ma take your [bad word] to church [bad word] my fields and you midgets on your first down
I love it when these [bad word] know I’m better than them
Cause I don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them
I’m a fire in the midst of a forest ‘round [bad word] And I rap elliptical orbits round [bad word] Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, [bad word] And you [bad word] are lyrically
Like some [bad word] down syndrome, no offence
No shade 'n all, but y’all [bad word] on knees like babies crawl
You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah I hear you, don’t talk [bad word]  do

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Sick [bad word]  chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like a [bad word] [bad word] Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this [bad word] in Covert [bad word] New York, [bad word] New York [bad word] New York, [bad word] New York

[Verse 3: Angel Haze]
I’m lyrical criminal general
Take shots, but never subliminal
Don’t stop, continue [bad word] around
But never in intervals, can’t stomach the [bad word] that I’m fin'na do
Ya’ll niggas want the [bad word] that I’m giving you
If you front, I’m gonn put and end to you
I’m like Scorpion, [bad word] I will finish you
Make it nasty, real, real nasty
Why you [bad [bad word] like you will get past me?
Won’t happen, you [bad word] could get on, when I’m off it
Try to cross me now, you be going in a coffin
It’s just me, myself and I
Talk tough [bad word] and I’ma beat you till you die
Ask why? Because I’m better than you’ll ever be
That’s why [bad word] make your [bad word] seem lighter than Heavy 
[Hook: Angel Haze]
Sick [bad word]  chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a [bad word] [bad word] Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this [bad word] in Covert [bad word] New York, [bad word] New York [bad word] New York, [bad word] New York