sippin fourty rick and morty I got the downs they better not play sitting play in forthnite like I'm fourty I'm your daddy take your sister on a date pass her to my homie like the Simpson's on the telley she be selling like the deli cookin white she on the molly the water be splashing I digital dash hit her with a stack on her face she be poppin that coochie like Sarah Palin leave a whole in your head the size of a crater shoutsout to the snipers the reaper I'm bout to collect your soul is mine I am the angel they say he's to nrarly I'm like these rappers they silly I swear they gone run when I pull up I lock it I pop it off you soulless I wrap it up she suck it up I beat it up she like give me somemore im like bitch I gotta to the racks the snipers be killing this shit take her to Mcd's give her the d she od leave her with a white face on the porch piece of pork in her mouth she got cottonmouth like she browse my music on the net these niggers they worried there graves is prepaired the reaper is coming to collect infect effective the soul is mine leave you with the fishes