im tryna be a og, no gangsta like me, an aint no gangstas like me, white meat, black suit, white tee know i dont take it kindly, my heart is icy, ill put you where the ice be, you gonna have to fuckin ice me, which is very highly unlikely, i got more straps than a dikey, and a stephen king psyche, who gone be the first to try me, you gone be the first whos dying, for all dem niggas prying, i got my own spy team, whenever you attack, I'm ahead, bite me, the stars are aligning, so bright they're shining, hide me, i dont wanna be where the light be, im a nightling, i creep and crawl through the night scene, quite frightening, the things i do in absense of light beams, comparable to your nightmares, the boogeyman in likeness, bow to your Highness, -switzer-