This is a song about "Manchester united are shit"

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Most of y'all mothafuckas are all over lexie's shit

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

You are not a king or queen your real shit

I put the nigga in his casket

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I imagine that we'll soon be united, soon to be unanimous,

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime