It's the motherfucking Death Mane Yung Death, what the fuck you thought? Yuh, yuh, yuh Yung Death be the killer, bring murder styles to yo headphones Swangin' with my goons, Yung Death, he got the bread, hoe Disrespectin' me, I got some dudes that bring the death Lead fillin' up my head, homicide, go take a breath You got issues with a mischief-makin' psychopathic mane With a screwed-up brain, now since I remember I've been this way Came straight from the flames, stepped up quick and I fucked up the whole damn game From the underground, buck, pow, pow, one shot to the dome for the motherfuckin' lames Drop, drop, you pussies off in a ditch and let you get found Can't be identified from the dirt inside the ground I come through the night just like the motherfucking reaper, mane Swingin' the blade, bitch I been practicing the mystic styles Ritualistic, mystical, physical assault The metaphysical wicked sinner straight from the drought I bring you out to the forest where all the fucking ghosts stay I take a step back and I watch the rope swang Swag Toof Hundreds of thousands of bitches be touchin' they clitoris thinkin' of me (Aye) I'ma get millions of dollars from stompin' these pussy boys out in the street Ouija the demon, the servant, the killer, the OG, the one of the beast (Aye) Do you like grandma do church (Aye) Fuckin' with us you get creased Ouija gon' put you to sleep (Aye) Eternal vacation is free You become part of my dreams (Aye) You get to haunt all my dreams (Aye) I got yo soul on a leash I got yo hoe on a leash (Ha) I got my goons in my reach (Hey) We gettin' paper, capisce? (Aye) Swag Toof I ain't just hopped out of the Porsche, been dealin' with it I been broke but it get worse, you see me with it Fuck the hood, fuck [?] Ain't appealing, is it? Build my own house, give a fuck 'bout how you feelin' in it Jesus, won't you tell your girl to ease up? Please, bruh, [?] you don't know how to please her We in this, she freeze up, charge her like a Visa You sippin' out yo' double, man, I'm sippin' out my teacup Play it how you wanna play it, at the end we die the same At least at the gates I can tell that bitch, man, I did my thing [?] we boomin', bruh Gasoline and propane So flame, hoppin' lanes Bang, bang, spray a lame This stylish, mystic, cryptic, vicious [?] Bitches trippin', [?] Gremlins gotta be scandalous Livin' in the land of the lost Losin' cus we losin' [?] Never had to [?], bruh You fuck with us, you [?]