[Intro]
PROP, who made it?
So, I'm back (I'm back, I'm back, bitch)
Yah, and this one's called "D!CKHEAD"

[Hook]
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Man, I'm just sat here beginning to lose control
Ki-Ki-Ki-Kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
Wh-Wh-Wh-When I say I'm climbing through the ranks
I want God, though (T-Too)
If you want the smoke, I'll smack the fag right out your gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up, fill it up, lean, I'm fucked
My br-br-brain just d-d-d-d-d-did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch, we doing 2C-B and seeing stuff

[Verse 1]
I-I ain't playing even so Steven can suck my semen
You leaching and fucking preaching
Now shut the fuck up, uh
If a dickhead got me drunk enough
I'd slump a cunt for fucking nothing, uh
And I don't give a fuck no more (No more)
Two fucks, you ain't getting no more (No more)
Two fucks, you ain't getting no morе
I put my pen to the pad, if the pеn writes crud
Then the pen is the punk to be blamed
I'll back my bitch if a bitch beef her
I'ma back my bad B's every claim
And don't, don't like them man that act like
They do bits when they out on stage
Some fucking pricks wanna act too tough
Call bluff
[Hook]
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Man, I'm just sat here beginning to lose control
Ki-Ki-Ki-Kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
Wh-Wh-Wh-When I say I'm climbing through the ranks
I want God, though (T-Too)
If you want the smoke, I'll smack the fag right out your gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up, fill it up, lean, I'm fucked
My br-br-brain just d-d-d-d-d-did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch, we doing 2C-B and seeing stuff
Pu
[Interlude]
(Yeah) Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (It's "D!CKHEAD")
Yeah, yeah (It's "D!CKHEAD")
Yeah, yeah (It's "D!CKHEAD", it's "DICKHE-")

[Verse 2]
I'm a mo'fucking dickhead
I fuck up anything I jump on
BVDLVD run up on the beat and beat it, man
I don't even give no fucks
My drugs got me up in a place of leaning, man
So why you gotta poke your nose up my arse
Like one of them COVID screenings cuz?
Too many man just cat-cat-cat-cat-cat
Pussies got me heated, fam
If you got the balls to send, my friend, then do it
I'll leave you leaking harder than my singles when I preview it
I might just fuck up the rap game, that's how the UK do it
Man just got back from a break
And now these rappers wanna start shit, uh
Since September, I been laughing
I'm too busy blowing up, Bin Laden, uh
Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin, uh
That's your dad and you know it, you're a smart kid
Bitch, I'm right on target, I'm focused right now
Gonna shell 'til I see that claret, I'll back it
When I roll with malice and madness
You ain't got that BVDLVD flow
Like I'm a mo'fucking punk
Like I'm a mo'fucking dickhead, man
I'm back to backhand
Slap your nan, man (Slap your nan, man)
[Interlude]
Fuck 2020
2020 be shit
Fuck that shit
Aye, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Fuck this madness
Ki-Ki-Kick back, leave it to the dogs
Man, I'm coming for the big racks and feed it to the stocks
Man, I'm getting more than interest, I fascinate the gods
Man, I'm getting all them big checks and give it to the squad
I'll give any man a left hook
If you cap or jack my flow I'll hit you with that textbook
Bally on or bally off, I'll leave you with your next crook
Pussy wanna square up but can't even hold a press up
Look at me and tell me to my face that I ain't next up

[Outro]
PROP, who made it?