INCEL

[Intro]

(I will perhaps burn your skin and inhale the smoke)

We ain't in Fortnite but got the mats (Yeah)
We ain't got racks but we do the math
Calculating meth and how much left (I am the Cream)
All my drugs dealers want me dead
I see Jesus in my fucking pics, uh-uh
She don't like me, I'm stunned
She don't like, fine I'm gone
Finna stab you in yo eye socket (Finna stab you, stab you, stab)
I ain't the plug but I am the socket
Why you horny taking off my socks, bitch?
Shouldn't you be taking off my jocks, bitch?
What the fuck I even got to lose?
Your bitch got me looking like the fool
Man your bitch fucked me cuz I'm lowkey cool
Distorted vision, feeling like a tube
But give me head, or I'm finna bounce
I cut his head off for the clout, yeah
Back from the dead, head filled with salt, ah
I ain't mad, I been smoking loud
New whip looking, new gas looking
Lil' bitch just shut the fuck up, uh
Marinated in my room like, long enough
And my dick, 777, inch is that long enough?
Your hoe, hit me up
I said like: "Wassup"
I left her body in a rug, in the Benz truck
Smoking new bud, suck my left nut
That shit got calluses, don't worry it'll soften up

(Produced by Cream)

(Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear now evil, for thou art with me)