[Skit – confession booth, creaky door] (door creaks) Priest: Go ahead, my son. Me: Yeah... it's been a while. Priest: How long? Me: (laughs) Long enough. [Verse 1 – aggressive, shouted] Ight, y'all wanna play ball? Bet I was just 'bout to quit — but fuck it, say less I ain't my daddy, wanna get at me? Come at me let’s get active. Young bull in the house and I'm tryna get out Cool when I'm calm, but you push me to desperate I'll play shitty music all day like Mariana's Trench Six-six-six steps ahead of they head Heads full of lead — hit a church, said "I'd like to confess" Priest said "how many, son?" — ask me how many friends I got left (beeeep) "The number you have dialed..." — none. They all dead. Holy water on my sneakers and I'm still walkin' hot They say I'm my daddy's son — nah, I'm my daddy's sin Bull busted out the house, now you gotta deal with him Devil hit my line, said I'm makin' him look soft Told him get in line, I'm the one that he learned off [Hook – shouted, two voices] Y'all wanna play ball? (Bet!) Thought I was done? (Say less!) Young bull broke out the house Now who gon' put him back? (Nobody!) Y'all wanna play ball? (Bet!) Thought I was done? (Say less!) Young bull broke out the house Now who gon' put him back? [Verse 2 – aggressive, shouted] Y'all wanted a show? Front row, take a seat Splash zone, SeaWorld — wear a shirt you don't need Y'all talkin' beef? Nah, I'm the whole bull Wave a red flag and I'm runnin' through it full Old me keep callin', I don't pick up — that's growth Y'all keep callin' too, and I'm ignorin' both Priest called back, said "son, you forgot one" I said "Father, I ain't forget — I just ain't done" Boogeyman in the closet scared to come out Seen me in the mirror and he ran out the house I was 'bout to quit, but y'all ain't let it go Now the bull out the house — and he runnin' the show [Hook – shouted, two voices] Y'all wanna play ball? (Bet!) Thought I was done? (Say less!) Young bull broke out the house Now who gon' put him back? (Nobody!) Y'all wanna play ball? (Bet!) Thought I was done? (Say less!) Young bull broke out the house Now who gon' put him back? [Skit – confession booth] Priest: ...Is that everything, my son? Me: (long pause) Me: Father... why you lockin' the door? (sinister laugh, beat cuts out)
