[Verse 1: Azoh]

Trip acid, rip packs, and sip flasks bitch

I'm bout as twisted as back flips

Sat in back of class writing classics

Crack the dutch masters

Rollin' up the fattest L's

Bars bang like shotgun shells

Set fire to the Earth, and let the wind blow

Indica fumes, roll up your windows

The Lame Kiddos get it crackin' like wish bones

I love it when my bitches get down like syndromes

No offense, These rhymes are common sense

But if you don't get em, then you should listen again

I'm bringing back cassettes

Weed without the stems

Never second guess

I'm the ace inside the deck, bitch!

[Verse 2: Fisher Kay]

I'm the baddest that there's ever been

Son of Sam when I rhyme

Blood is on the letterman

.44 to the door

Azoh, don't let 'em in

We don't really mess with them

I'm a blemish on the face that is censorship

I'm face fucking orientals

Please respect my fetishes

I'm better than I've ever been

Let's take it back to twenty double one

When I was just a little one tryna have fun in this rap shit

Rednecks calling me a faggot

Dudes that get hard over BMX and shooting fucking rabbits

Rascals scribbled on my hoodie dog

I was just a maverick

I ain't havin' it