Jesus is the one

Yes he is (He's the one)

Free Palestine, free Tay-K

R. I. P. Betty White

She ain't dead but for when she

die 'cause I know it's coming up

Woah, Kenny!

Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot and that's on God

I ain't playing 'bout my Lord and savior, I'm on my job

If you ain't a Christian, I'ma stab you in the face

If it ain't 'bout Jesus, I'ma hit you with this K

Di–

Zack, you ready?

Yeah, alright go ahead

(Jesus is the one)

Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga

Free Palestine, free Tay-K

It's the trap game Abraham Lincoln

Four score and sixteen bars ago

R. I. P. Betty White

She ain't dead but for when she

die 'cause I know it's coming up

Woah, Kenny!

Lil' bitch, how you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?

Yeah, I'm getting paid, still late on my bills, nigga

Your bitch at my crib, I just let her charge the iPhone

Asked me if these diamonds

nah bitch, these some rhinestones

Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty

My show got cancelled 'cause white folks don't trust me

Now I'm in the strip club with glue on the bottom of my shoe

Nigga, that's how I do

Ayy, I'm stealing money from these bitches

I'm hittin' licks year 'round like it's Christmas

I got addictions

I take the condom off and drunk my nut, it's delicious

I wanna get a whip and crash it into white-owned businesses

Ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook

Ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'ma dip my balls into some thousand Island dressing

'Cause I got depression

I'ma avoid my taxes then I'ma get arrested

'Cause I got depression

I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend the money on a old Chevy

'Cause I got depression

Everybody know, nigga, you need to learn your fuckin' lesson

Nigga, I got depression, ayy

Shoutout mental illness, shoutout mental illness

Dude if you got a mental illness, like fuckin' turn up dude

Like seriously, dude

Like whatever the fuck you got going on, dude

Fuckin'- you're medicated, you're not medicated dude

Like seriously fuckin'— bro I put my fuckin'—

I put my dick in a bag of Doritos

And made this nigga bitch suck the dust off the tip

Hahahaha (Bro you're done, you're done bro)

I'm not done yet (Br-bro, you're done, bro)

I made her suck the dust off the tip, nigga I'm in the whip

My Uber pool doin' 85 down the strip

Everybody know that I'm a fuckin' Crip

Nah, now I'm a Nazi, now I'm eatin' Takis

Ah-ye-yeah I used to give respect to my mommy

But now I don't

every time she caught me out here eatin' in the crib

I say bitch- she said she gon' whoop me, I said no you won't

(Bro, you're done, bro)

My mama tried to whip me, my daddy tried to kiss me

Everybody know think tha

Everybody out here think I got shot like 50, but no I didn't

Ehhm- (Ehhm, ehhm)

I used to be a Blood, now I'm Crippin'

yeah, I'm false claimin'

I used to watch Vampire Diaries, team Damon

Alright, you got that? (Yeah, I think so)

Alright, we puttin' that on Spotify? (Yeah, tomorrow)

'Cause nigga I got depression

(Zack come out of the booth bro, you're done bro)

Huh? (You're done rapping bro)

What? Done what? (Rapping)

Why? (This episode is not supposed to go like this)

(Verse 2) (You just did 6 verses)

Verse 2 bro (Bro, you've just rapped for 8 minutes)

Ayy, Elon Musk, hit me up on SoundCloud

Everybody wanna know and now they fuckin' hatin' now

I pull up with the stick and now I get to sprayin' now

I used to be gay and now I'm fuckin' straightened out

Yeah, they had to iron me out

I got the dick out the booty 'cause they tiring

me out (Bro, bro it's over, bro, it's over)

They had to iron me out

Got the dick out the booty 'cause they tiring me out

Kenny (What?)

You record that? (No)

Fuck this shit nigga, I'm finna go work with Murda Beatz