(Дeлиt нa биte, cyka) hey, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah) ayy

Ayy, shit in my dungarees, di-di-di-ding-dong, delivery
The cutlery won't cut through all this flesh 'cause it's too rubbery (huh)
This ain't no robbery (it's not), he won't make recovery
Heard you four deep, get you first and then the other three
This is a crime scene (yeah), poison with VISINE (yeah)
Germs (GI) on repeat while you dying (yeah)
Horns on my head, not no motherfuckin' Viking (yeah)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
Let's, let's get
Let's change it up a bit (awoo)

Bitch, I'll decide if you live or die, human flesh is, to me, like a piece of pie
I hate people, I swear that I feel like I'm Albert Wesker in Resident Evil 5
And them guns in your video CGI, so I'll meet you on Friday, no TGI
I keep thoughts like these locked up real deep inside
I keep victims, I tend to subtract them
Which one of you pissin' me off? I'ma match 'em
My bitch, Eve, like apples, I cut out his Adam
If I catch you snitching separate your atoms
I drop by your flat and get your tires flattened
You walk out the crib, real puzzled like: What happened?
And that is exactly when it fuckin' happened
Now you knocked in the back of the wagon
Fucked up, on the way to my cabin, you bitch

Ayy, shit in my dungarees, di-di-di-ding-dong, delivery
The cutlery won't cut through all this flesh 'cause it's too rubbery (huh)
This ain't no robbery (it's not), he won't make recovery
Heard you four deep, get you first and then the other three
This is a crime scene (yeah), poison with VISINE (yeah)
Germs (GI) on repeat while you dying (yeah)
Horns on my head, not no motherfuckin' Viking (yeah)
Horns on my head, not no motherfuckin' Viking (yeah)