Fruit Punch

[Intro]
I guess you wanna have a mother fuckin' problem
I guess you wanna have a mother fuckin' problem
I guess you wanna have a mother fuckin' problem
I guess you wanna have a mother fuckin' problem

[Verse 1]
You want a problem so let’s have some fun
Bitch, I got more guns than I’ll ever have fucking puns
So out of place, found yourself in real danger
Beat to a pulp by some motha fuckin' head bangers

Call me a fake with your music so dull
A bat to your face makes a jam out your skull
You have no career 'cause you're just a fruit basket
I will dig you up, make a guitar out your casket

[Chorus]
You know I'm crazy, crazy
You have no safety, safety
Just you wait 'til I find you
I'm right behind you

[Verse 2]
And then you run away
As fast as you can
Come get your punishment
If you’re a grown man

And then you run away
After all the shit you say
I'ma make sure
You never live another day

[Chorus]
You know I'm crazy, crazy
You have no safety
Just you wait 'til I find you
I'm right behind you

[Verse 2]
And then you run away
As fast as you can
Come get your punishment
If you’re a grown man

And then you run away
After all the shit you say
I'ma make sure
You never live another day

[Outro]
I'll beat you to a fucking pulp
Pounded into the earth
I'll beat you to a fucking pulp
Pounded into the earth
I'll beat you to a fucking pulp
Pounded into the earth