[Verse 1: Johnny Mob]
Stackin' the cream, ashin' the bleeze, I'm attackin' the scene with the rap, it's unique
The fact of it be that I'mma save rap from the crap that it sees
Like Quest when he raps he's a fag in the least, no sweat, kill him like he's fuckin' strapped to a seat
Feelin' the tension, sit and dismiss this bitch when he simpin', hit list is finished
Finna get stoned with the bitches, twisted, if you home alone feelin' timid, hidden
With your fuckin' phone in the kitchen, if my killers hear the tone, get blended, diced up
Everybody told me give the mic up, I'm just tryna clear the drops off the wipers
Too hot, flowing like the motherfucking Niger, bedrock, haters just fossil to a dino, dirtlock
Smash bros, boutta hurt ya, Falco's gunna merc guns
South coast where the goons run we the assholes that bring the blue buzz
Trill shit, we the real clique, my seals hit quick make you feel shark bit
Spit cold like the mothafuckin' antarctic, get dented like a asian bitch tryna park it
Yeah, cause Geico on it, get learned quick like your hooked on phonics
Hit the strip, Trill Navy tryna party. Hit list is finished? I'm just fuckin' startin'
So Yamcha bring that wolf fist, and Bulma bring them blue pills
We ashin' bowls so ruthless, Token go and tell 'em what we cruise with...
[Verse 2: Token A$h]
Good smoke and a cup full of lean, drugged up, bitch, I'm one with the green
Nut up if you talkin' that plunger regime, shit pops when you flaunt that butt full of steeze
Navy clique still waving clips, no maybe hits, when we out for the cream
My day job makes you stay jobless, no Raekwon shit, but the vibe of a Lynx
Fuck your gay pride shit, you a cub in a den full of raged lions
Get blown with a force of a Qui-Gon Jinn by a flow so dope, shit, I ain't lyin'
Get it? I ain't lyin', too high off a zip, too fly when I spit
You ride in a whip, windshield full of shit, five deep, no bitch you can play ball with
Roasting all these headless chickens, stack 'em with some devil's lettuce
I don't notice when I'm sinnin' when the mic is ever present
Plus the Mickey's got me driven, knockin' like I'm Broly fisted
Coppin' kicks you rockin' sayin' nonsense 'til they call the medics
Cookin' up beef, Lil B in a drop, if I beez in the trap, I beez with the pot
No reek when I rap, just stink cause it's raw, like your bitch on my lap or my dick in her jaw
Lolo whip, she can jack when it rises, leave her frosted, Tony, for ya
Always stayin' strapped, never catch me on some Maury Povich... Token
