Got the most content on the continent
And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)
Across the common sense and incompetence (uh)
Incognizant, the conflict's a consequence
Of accomplishments acomplished through competish
I've conquered and conked them into unconsc

iousness
Through conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just
Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (whoo, my bad)

Nobodies 16's are touching
These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the Nina
Clutchin' the 9mm, tuckin' the heat
Got the toaster like an English muffin
No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin'
But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and
Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down

Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes
Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me
You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions
The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley (down, down, down)
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' (do-do-do-)

If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you