[Intro]
My dying battle
We shall be led into the presence of God!
In this world
There is no god

[Chorus: Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes]
Stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick (Yeah)
Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, bitch)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, bitch)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
If I see that nigga, I'ma—

[Verse: dread scott]
It's a funeral, tell 'em cue the music
Pissed off, never been a buddhist
Don't play with God, nigga, won't He do it?
Lil' peasant boy, you been a nuisance
I'm flawless, uh, living in a land so lawless
Leave these liars lying where Allah is
Send ya head straight to the offering
What's a king to the prince of darkness?
Talk that shit, you niggas stay barking
Leave ya prints sitting in a coffin
Pockets big and I seen y'all watching
Stomp a nigga out I'm Travis- (Nah, don't finish that line)
I'm appalling
I'm a monster, I attack when I rap
Niggas twist ya cap just to check the fucking Snapple facts
I been the meanest
I don't really rock no Jesus pieces
But this is god shit, you ain't beating Beerus
I been so fearless, I seen it nearer
Only person I fear the nigga in the mirror
That's realer than y'all can say
I'm a black samurai like Yasuke
Tell me, who wanna fuck with the god today?
Headshot when I cock and aim, tell Yahweh "Hey"
See how we play, see how we aim
Really mean the shit that we say
Kill-cam, kill streak, instant replay
When you see them tags, then it's another kill
If I don't touch you, then this bullet will
Go straight through the wall like Bullet Bill
No safety on, but I pull it still
Watch 'em put they heads down like tornado drills
Make them bastards learn
Had to light a devil up like I pass the herb
Every time I pass through, know the caps'll burn
R.I.P., sleep tight, call him Mattress Firm, trigger finger antsy
And the grip don't slip, keep it tight as it can be
Bomb first like Pac, I don't got no plan B
'Cause they stay with a tool and they keeping it handy
So I stay close to death like Billy and Mandy, with a-

[Chorus: Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes]
Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Bitch)
Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, ooh)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)