[Chorus x2] Triple double dead dog dare! [x5] U-2 either kill yo'selves! Or break free from hell! Triple double dead dog dare [x3] Myself 2 record until I, call the Lord! Or eye blacken the sky! Triple double dead dog dare! [x3] Remade this all by myself! I'ma make sure this trigs itch is felt! Nobody else got these kinds of chips! Ain't nobody ever like how I do it, fuck it! Where I'm going, ain't no 1 going! Triple double dead dog dare! [x5] Don't need an alpha 2 hoist my sites up Talk'n real little on a lot, but I never barked in a parking lot, ha Often all I think about is, lay'n U all out & all out in the open, hope'n like I'm hoop'n (Whoop!) Don't really need a genre w/the vibe I'm providing Archive stack'n, outlive NoRecs?! Not even if & when I'm displayed in a casket Bask'n in this splish splash like when a dolphin wants that ass Space hate'n from the gate, yeah so back the flat fuck off me, ugh Sirens make less noise, just check out that trolly boy Treat you all like an orange tupee when it's found drown, I'ma ring all you out, like SKRRREECH & a black belt Nerrelly swerving thru an in and out drive thru w/just my blackballed federally jacket. You'd crash tryna rep this, beat yourselves up like the volts of a tron & if & when I ever die, I'ma haunt (Hell!) Work'n hella over time as The Omega Big Dick Dog! (Nerdcore King, dawg!) This here's a left cross south paw to your right minded glass like jaw Just repeat your Petrie dish like rambles. Ain'o 1 been rep'n for g.o.d. like me, I did it all myself & can't no one be j-rok dawg, so fck you dawg, NAHMSAYIN! [Chorus] Holly fucks! I've been blackballed since about 5 years old & I've been holding back taken out a 5g tower Ever since my daughter hit a booth, it's just been catching up 4-U, whoa The gods gave me this power & God yes, my godyes is that holy aqua Wa-wa-whay destined instantly once I, tamed all the alpha's Dollar-4-dollar, I burnt it all down Who u know do remakes better than NoRecs bruh bruh?! I came up w/the Nerrellian flow-flow Playing on benders fears, figure 8'ing all these earth dudes when I'm on a roll Archive mode, I've been live in the sticks bend'n back in my rados But I bet you'd back tf up if this tiger left the woods No these bars aren't for the sons of Sodom and Gomorrah I trip dub dead dog grip the trig know'n, I'd just toss all these dirty & dusty peons over the cargo hold like splash bix & I ain't gotta talk to myself, if I've got the godyes caressing my conscience Cuz all I'm saying is- [Chorus]