This is a song about "Manchester united are shit"

So that's why, cos the remainder are shit

I got two whole tears in a bucket

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

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

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

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Dude my fists are weapons, shit is kept in, this aggression,

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit