Stranger

[evil laughs]

I'm a super villian where the fucks kick ass?

One kick to the chest will give em whiplash

Crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up

Twist a bamboo, cause bein sober sucks

I'm the dopest young buck with this rap shit

Crazy motha fucker in need of a strait jacket

Rap it, grab the track and face bash it

Every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket

Ha, cause you know i leave em hurt son

On the grassy knoll. sniper rifle nerf gun

You ain't ready for the crazy shit that chris will pull

Fuckin despicable, leavin every hater miserable

Kicked back, so come on and distract

I hit em so hard they can't help it but sit back

I spit raps amazing

They flip the fuck out like liam neeson

When his daughter was kidnapped and taken

[chorus]

I'm mentally insane

On more cocaine than rick james

Chuggin doober while i be drivin and switch lanes

This kids brains suffer psychosis

Runnin into oncoming traffic with a helmet and a roast clip

The dope shit, that roll, and smoke shit

Hotter then bein on the equator with a code zip

Get your boat flipped

I leave em capsized

They smell the chronic in the air when i pass by

I give em bad vibes

But you know i flow butter

Dc, boston the stone cold stoner

I took a shovel out and i buried the undertaker

Drop the scissors and attack rocks with paper

Lord vader mixed with a little darth maul

Pedal to the medal til the fuckin car stalls

Adderall, ritalin, lsd

I'm meet you up in webby's world

Yo, follow me!

[chorus]

I always got one eye open like a coked up cyclops

No time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops

Kill a beat when i grab the mic, watch

Connect more dots than a bag of dice got

The raps i drop get flipped like ihop

Throw more kicks the nukes i bought cause i rock

Make time stop like the prince of persia

Wanted in 47 states lyrical murder

So believe the shit, i plead the fifth

After a four speed of bulimic chicks swedish fish

I'm an evil prick

With some diesel pits

Slaughter any competition that i'm beefin' with

Beatin chris? nah, not likely

I whoop my own ass with a tire iron now come fight me

Till god strikes me down, i'll keep goin

Givin satan himself this free promotion

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh