on your knees you fucking flea everybody be praying to me God be dropping fire everywhere on the choir g what you doin you ain't flowen blood in my veins be poppin these restraints yeah yeah my Gwen stacy be dead as hse be shot with thought yea g g g g g bitches on my dick yeah sticks on my fist Jimmy be missed oink oink like the pigs goin to mrbeast he ows me a feast cheese would be free that's the end of the song bitches be wrong I be droppin fire wear yall sense of humor Gwen be cuter fuck tall bommers