Hook:

My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts/
Who you doubtin, us? You actin’ childish bruh/
Im talkin’ to ya baby mama and she down to fuck/
Ayo 6, hit this nigga wit the Galick Gun/

I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns/
You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts/
When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut/
Or you gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/

Catch a Falcon Punch/
You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/
Catch a Falcon Punch/
You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/

Verse: 

I went Super Saiyan Filth, you dont know that form/
Im hard as Leisure Suit Larry in a co-ed dorm/
When my eyes glow red boy you know thats war/
I’ll leave the fuckin Hydra wit’ no heads on/

Bitch Im Crash wit’ the jetpack I jet fast across the stage/
Solid Snake makin’ ya snap, you Johnny Cage/
Nigga im Shao Khan and I’m dickin’ down songs/
Wit’ Sephiroth’s sword, its ‘bout a mile long/

I got a military bitch wit’ a large tech/
A bird wit ‘a stick, that shit is Far Fetch’d/
Aint no competition left for me to fight against/
You gon’ see a shark bite a Goldeen type of fish/

I heard yo mama love eatin’ protein sausages/
Swallowin more chili dogs than Team Sonic is/
I got the same hidden strength a dope fiend harnesses/
You gon need 7 lights and 13 darknesses/

Just to rap as strong, i got jagged horns/
Im the dragon born, you just a Capricorn/
Im sendin niggas to the clouds like data dog/
When I take Barret’s canon arm And attach it on/

Hook:

My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts/
Who you doubtin, us? You actin’ childish bruh/
Im talkin’ to ya baby mama and she down to fuck/
Ayo 6, hit this nigga wit the Galick Gun/

I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns/
You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts/
When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut/
Or you gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/

Catch a Falcon Punch/
You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/
Catch a Falcon Punch/
You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/

Verse2:

Heard yo baby mama got me on replay/
I’m about to bend it over and beat it up like I was CJ, GTA/
Grand Theft Asshole, your wife let me Smash Bro./
She left cum sliding down my pipe like Mario, sad bro/

Sad to know that that’s what yo woman’s really on/
When I’m clappin’ the cheeks Ima tag G-Mo Skee in like Diddy Kong, she said my dick is really long/
Dig-Duggin’ it, shut the club up like Galaga/
I use to skip Algebra to smoke weed and play X-Kaliber/

On NES, iff any flex too hard they meet the caliber/
Seuss Mace be the final boss not a miscellaneous challenger/
And a homicidal maniac with yo death date on my calendar/
Even if she look like Bowser, I get the top and throw a towel at her/

Mothafuckas try to cross me like Frogger they end up road kill/
Fuckin the frog’s widow, she bitin’ the pillow because this toad ill/
Servin’ great dick in 8 Bit like a mothafuckin Tamagotchi/
Jump in the pussy and beat a nigga’s ass lookin’ like Heihachi/

Yoshimitsu how she jumpin’ on my sword wit’ efficiency/
I call her Zelda, when she comes around my Link’s Awakening/
I been around a minute so I play the game wit’ proficiency/
If you get outta pocket you’ll need an Orthodontist for teeth straightening, cuz ahhhh/

Hook:

My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts/
Who you doubtin, us? You actin’ childish bruh/
Im talkin’ to ya baby mama and she down to fuck/
Ayo 6, hit this nigga wit the Galick Gun/ (6 refers to The Gawd Six Seconds)

I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns/
You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts/
When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut/
Or you gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/

Catch a Falcon Punch/
You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/
Catch a Falcon Punch/
You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/

Verse3 (UBI):

You can either rock hard or stay soft/
How many pop stars top charts then fade off? They not far from laid off/
Workin’ like a slave then I jot bars on days off/
Snappin’ like a zombie when they chop arms and legs off/

A lot of winners losin, might have fought hard but they lost/
Organized confusion yeah we not far from chaos/
Pop a round, aimin’ at me miss. Heard he way off/
Crooks cookin’ books look legit, Bernie Madoff/

Bitchin’ bout the boss but they aint tryin’ to pay the cost/
In the kitchen talkin’ shit, they aint tryin’ to make a sauce/
Wrestlin’ with rascals is a hassle like David Hoff/
Deadly like a Romanov, take em back to ravenloft/

Runnin’ for their wretched life, they cannot escape the fog/
I may be odd, either way it goes you gotta pay me God/
You are now inside the house of the rising sun/
Run and hide, none survive the flood when Poseidon come/

I lick a shot without a bit of stress, hit direct/
With the coordination of Chrono Trigger triple techs/
Ocelot revolver body droppin’ count em up/
Knock em down, power up and hit em with the Falcon punch!!/

Hook