Xs and Os

Yung fuckin warlord
Ima run up swinging a broadsword
Cardboard heroes get torn off, with jaws stomped

Floorboards - hide the bodies fix up the scoreboard
Then run through the forest away from the dog squad

These motherfuckers ain't slick
We know they're payin for clicks
Out here lookin like tricks and
Suckin A&R dick
These motherfuckers ain't shit
So call this shit what it is
Fake, money-backed trash
And never let em in

I might change my Xs and Os
Start wearing women's clothes
Scrap no Oxycontin
Might exchange the whip for that drip
Get lit, and I'll be a drop in the ocean
Might demand a cheque to get planted
Stood on edge, the water lookin real shallow
I'll give laced x to Jumex
And someone tell nascar that Devi says 'ello

'Ello
That Devi says 'Ello
'Ello
That Devi says 'Ello