Brandon's Lyrics:
1. You're like a serial killer in jail, not killing shit.

2. I'll hoist you on the back of a Rolls Royce, ha.
Drag you six miles then leave you there just to annoy you.

3. Freestyle, not a song, so don't try to fuckin play it
If I was goin all the way I would've said it & meant it
But I didn't give a shit so gimmie some fuckin leverage
I'm not presentin a percentage of my my skill as I intended
But I extended the torment in this revenge to all my critics
Who have guessed I have a shit but I refuse to fuckin give it
all these mimics and these listens is proof enough to my vision
of gettin high as high as I'm gettin, but yo it's a given
and I've given one billion percent in every written
and risen through the thin and thicken
it has driven me insane til my brain blew pistons, blown engine so
I'm quittin and lettin these critics win, I'm done spittin, good riddance.

4. Don't you ever forget that we beat gravity
& we beat the universe, we all happened, see
life is a flaw, just in between realities.
so if you're not living, then a God ain't winning
don't you SEE NOW? SEE NOW, you ain't wishin'
on NO stars, why the FUCK would they listen?
so get out into the world, & start living.

5. Baby, I got a list of lingerie I need to check off / And you already know I'm gunning for yours, Chekhov

6. You’re jumper cables giving me that rare start / Get lost in your eyes, Amelia Earhart

7. Mumbling with my dick up in your mouth, pidgin / Sticking what I got down your throat, religion

8. I got the sweetest bars, honey / I'm spending Sacajawea dollars, Young Money

9. You can't be half this fly without a stunting permit / Punks leap up to get beat down, it's ribbiting, Kermit

10. Acquired some Mary J, promised no more drama / But these dumb white folk still don't like me, Obama.