Die, Motherfucker, Die

[Verse 1: NTHNG Pablo]
It's the acid tripped, massive dicked, SLACKER out trolling for some ass and tits
Brash as frick, fuck, I meant passing out, laughing;
Grab a glass and sip, uhhhhh. Bruh, I mastered it
Adlib that you can't forget; known to eat an apple quick, vanish it
Find me, nope. See me, nahhh. Catch me, not
Stop, I'll be the last you spot. Dog, you couldn't hound me
Found up, where the ground is not around; yet I'm down for whatever
So if Satan says we baking, swear to God that I'mma make it hot
Eight deep in a mercury with a missing seat, fuck with me
Burg and Tim smoking Pall Malls in the backseat, probably sipping herbal tea
Toasty mostly quite. I'm driving, bumping Baldie beats
And once I stop we hopping out this bitch like we a soccer team
All of y'all niggas is late, probably from 78
Stealing your bop, and I don't know her name, I just know that she givin' me brain
But you know that I'm a nice guy, came on her ass not her face
But fuck now she's stuck to a chair, cause there's frosting all over her cakes
Now, I'm hot you not; yeah I know I rock, I'mma sell out in the stores
Nigga you flopped, probably jocked the new drop. Your mom smokes rocks. That was mean. I should stop
But, it's the same old shit, Portman and Pablo, we those guys
And we know why the game so lame, screaming mainstream rap Die, Motherfucker, Die

[Sample: Aesop Rock]
"At least I'll always know which side of the gun I'm supposed to buy the farm from."