[Verse]
Ayo I’m Zac, you can tell I’m mistaken
I’m gonna drive a wooden stake in
Your body, or at least a full-blown poor Jamaican
I’m gonna beat my meat to some McDonald’s eggs and bacon
I’m finally awaken
I’ll make your while body shaken
Your spine I’m breakin'
Slashin' your motherfuckin' throat like I’m Jason
I’ll be by your side just like I’m adjacent
Isn’t it clear
That I wanna stab you with a motherfuckin' spear?
Everybody’s gonna see it
They’ll take a look at my penis
And they’ll clap their hands just to fucking cheer
When I said clappin' I wasn’t talkin' about cheeks
Here’s a fact that you didn’t know about me
My height right now is five-foot-three
You didn’t know that, it’s a guarantee
I’m just tryna rhyme
For the sake of using this twisted mind of mine
I’m goin' full Roycе like I’m five-nine
I’m gonna takе my cock and balls and they’re gonna intertwine, yeah
I gotta chill out
Before anybody thinks I’m a complete clown
How 'bout you get down in your knees and pray
I wasn’t talkin' about head, no, that’s pretty gay (Gay!)
I’m not here to make jokes
Although I’m kinda funny
I’ll knock you out, sit you down
Until I make your memory a little fuzzy
I’m sayin' that I’m gonna brainwash you
Make you believe that you’re Steve Harvey: The host of Family Feud
You’ll go back to normal, someday
Can’t even pick you up, damn bitch, how much do you weigh?
Like three-hundred pounds?
I’m gonna shoot many rounds
Into your stomach, but they just keep absorbin'
I don’t think that bullets’ll be workin'
[End of Recording]
[Unrecorded Lyrics]
So I go to my last resort
Make you run all the way to my fort
Hey! You’re participating in a sport
At least it’s one of some sort
You get to the crib
Realize how many fucked up things I did
I and this planned since October 2nd
But I’m finally gettin' to it on Christmas
Speaking of the holiday: I got a gift
How the hell could you resist?
As soon as you open it you get pissed
It’s only a coupon to get a facelift
You chase me some more
I’m gonna bring you to a grocery store
Oh shit, never mind, it’s a 7/11
When you die, you’re not gonna go to Heaven
Or Hell, as a matter of fact
If you look in my pants, you’ll see I’m pretty packed
If you open your mouth you’re gonna get slapped
Or worse, I’ll fuckin' make you handicapped

[Interlude/Outro]
Come here, bitch!
Oh, oh, oh, oh shit
[A 2nd verse was never recorded (and barely written)]