[Intro: Gar]
I'm finna, I'm finna get

[Verse 1: Gar]
I'm finna get Alec Morlock in the stu
You don't know me I don't know you
Smoking that grass I'm starting to moo
I've seen it before that shit isn't new
It's fuck Ver but I'm sipping that poo
I'm blowing up ain't nothing you can do
My diet is bad and my urine is blue
I should shower more but I don't want to
I'm a professional at invalidation
These bitches are dumb that's just my observation
I'm haunted by scenarios from my imagination
Demons fucking me up I need some medication
My only friends left are hating on me
I got bad bitches waiting on me
I got ignorant people debating on me
I see bitches from high school deflating on me
Bitches be speaking in code, CSS
I was hateful online now they are pressed
My wallet so fat it grew breasts
Looked at her following now I'm depressed
She went to party and Michael fainted
My reputation is already tainted
If you ugly I don't wanna be acquainted
I'm on House Flipper making walls painted
She smelled like beer and Michael shot himself
Too many faces he forgot himself
Writing on the walls he's just not himself
I see painkillers he bought himself
Michael I think he wanted a feature
Said he on the court saw him in the bleachers
Got a bad grade so I shot my teacher
He posting the bible boy you ain't no preacher
I'm in a bad place too
Cheater I'm gonna replace you
Got me an M like M Krue
I'm finna get Alec Morlock in the stu
[Verse 2: MShee]
How many fucks does MShee give? Absolutely none
When I look at the sky I stare at the fucking sun
I don't need no glasses I've only begun
I want retinal damage by 30
So I can't see when I'm off the perkys
Damn I'm going bananas
Koffer fu fu mid atlama
Caleb's genetics are from Alabama
Is that syrup called Aunt Jemama?
Ass so wide got it taken with a panorama
Shit the faces are coming back
Gotta go fast before I have a heart attack
The writings on my walls saying I can never go back
I just ate 5 bowls of Apple Jacks
I just snorted 5 lines of narcotic crack
I am the reincarnation of Tupac
Caleb been smoking that Rudy pack
I have John Brown locked up in my shack
Wow it's pretty large it's not a Tic Tac
It's the size of a fucking yak