the competition's miserable, we stomp them bytches, this is no, joke
Goin' overboard, like someone threw us off the boat, choke
Cough from all the smoke I'm tryna stay on fire
So you know if I hate fukkin' water-sprinklers I don't love the hose
Back in that bytch, smother that little mothafukka 'til it suffocates
Who? You! Had long enough of a wait
Why are they tryin' to be so secretive bad and evil is reunited
Came back to annihilate the game's in dire straights,
As I await, word to Satan as I drop,
Fall to my knees before this Ouija board,
And I pray, now I lay me down to sleep
I do this shyt in my sleep, I'm sleepin' now imagine if I awake