[Verse 1: Game]
 Blood gang kill ‘em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang
 Kidnap a vampire and drain all his f-ckin veins
 Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestines for the strings
 Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a f-ckin’ train
 Sniff a f-cking unemployment line of cocaine
 Tie Lil up to a full tank of propane
 Swag, now watch him cook.. and just stand there and look
 Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
 Martians vs. Goblins, goons vs. the crooks
 And since me and Tune had [bad word] shook
 I shoulda got a real [bad word] pirate to do the hook
 Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan’s nemesis
 My power’s limitless like Blanco on Sega Genesis
 Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
 Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight p-ssy!

[Hook - Lil Wayne]
 [bad word] I’m a muthaf-ckin Martian (I’m a [bad word] Goblin)
 [bad word] I’m a muthaf-ckin Martian (I’m a [bad word] Goblin)
 Muthaf-ckin Martian (to a [bad word] Goblin)
 We are not the same, I am a Martian

[Verse 2: Tyler, THe Creator]
 year ago, I was poor, somewhat
 Now my future’s brighter than Christopher’s new haircut
 [bad word] Mars is still sucking [bad word] and f-cking male butts
 In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from
 I suck? Where the f-ckin Ring Pops?
 You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox
 Wolfgang, we rock, crack rock and that [bad word] was expected
 Like Jayceon whenever he name-drop (F-ck you, Tyler)
 Jesus, motherf-cking Theresa
 This [bad word] Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
 My team [bad word] [bad word] like we have full-cleat Adidas
 Getting chased by the polices on a full bred Cheetah
 Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
 Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
 Dragging all you [bad word] to the back of the log cabin
 Fall back like Lebron’s hairline against the Mavericks, he lost

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
 I do cause Tunechi always bless me
 He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you
 F-ck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
 I f-cked her on the day of that naked video shoot
 I was sucking her p-ssy like it was wonton soup
 Then I hit Lebron’s mom in bron-bron’s coupe
 With Delante West taping, we had bon-bons too
 With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
 I smacked them [bad word] wearing Bishop Don Juan’s suit
 (Where was Snoop?) I don’t know, probably doing what the Crips do
 But when I’m with my uncle, f-ck it! Then I’m a Crip too
 And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
 Now I’m the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
 Mad that [bad word] overlooked me
 Cause Captain America’s straight p-ssy

[Hook]