| Y’all don’t even got a chance at all |
| So pass the ball, its fact that my raps is raw |
| Tap your jaw, you act like a casting call |
| Cats are soft, I’m strapped with a mask and claws |
| Old school like Cappadonna or Wu-tang |
| Y’all still putting panties on, your crew lame |
| You should call your click pampers dog you’re poo stains |
| You listening to Asher Roth and 2 Chainz |
| My bars barbaric, this shit is too complex |
| Get it in your system every written is a bomb threat |
| My squad next, yea we been around the block |
| I got your broad wet, I had to feed her full of cock |
| On top, don’t stop, until the cops come knocking |
| Every spot’s on lock till the gods not talking |
| All these odd balls rocking what I got |
| Y’all stop it, I don’t need a señorita now that the Guap’s all profit |
| I’m good |
| Yeah I’m looking like a young Chris Farley |
| My team come through, crush brews and get gnarly |
| That’s why they loving the can he spit godly |
| My fans want me running for Pres, Mitt Romney |
| I’m sick of having to answer the same questions |
| Half of these fake feminists are rapping to make relish |
| I got bars, no cell, no having to pay fellas |
| I tell em how I see it the last of the great legends |
| I’ve been all around the cheese like a pizza baker |
| I still write out each verse on a piece of paper |
| My squad got more people than in the streets of Asia |
| And when its finished all these bitches gonna need some make up |
| Its bout time you f**k boys got to meet your maker |
| I never freeze up anytime I see a hater |
| I’m putting pussies to work I know they need the labor |
| This shit is over, adiós, I’ll have to see you later |