[Produced by The Passion HiFi]

[Verse 1: B-Staz]

I got swagger on swagger, dope on dope

I'm so high up you can call me the pope

But unlike Star Wars you ain't got no hope

Wanna battle me? I bet you're gonna choke

Oh man these lines are pretty fowl

All this pussy, I'm gunna need a towel

Yeah I'm on the prowl, ice cold like Green Bay

Assaulting this beat like my name was Ray

Rice or Lewis, it don't even matter you're all acting foolish

Cause I been in the studio, DJ by myself

Don't need nobody else, put this mixtape on your shelf

So you can call me an asshole, the fuck if I care-"uh like Staz is sad and says that wasn't fair"

Yeah fuck off bitch, you're just blowing hot air

Now watch out rap game here comes my ceux d'etat

Bro I did your girl, here's her bra

And sorry to hear about her stuck jaw

Did things I think are against the law

We did it in the lazy boy recliner

She wants me to be her new interior designer

But if she wants another date imma decline her

Yeah, you can say I pulled the lever

Cause I did your girl so hard you might have to leave her

Get mad at me cause I didn't holster it

I reupholstered it

And now my flows too wet

But these extra lines on my mixtape bolster it

You mad at me, you better call me prestigious

I banged that Mormon chick you can call it sac-religious

[Verse 2: B-Staz]

Whoa hold up this shit's immature

Let me start from the beginning, give you B-Stazzy galore

Yes my bars may offend but I don't give a shit

I don't pretend to even care a little bit

I'm gonna go do the things that dudes go

That means beers and booze and boobs

You don't like it then fuck you

Summarize it, my bars are sought after

After this rap ask who's the best, I'll be the one you thought after

If you're cold, listen to this you'll be thawed after

The best rapper ever, you'll say you saw it after

I'm the top pick like my name is Jamis

All my haters out here makin' me famous

But problem... i don't got any haters

I'm the '09 Florida Gators

My flow is nastier then African tap water

And the lyrics are hot like that time I fucked your daughter

Ironic how moronic you were to think it would be plutonic

Let me be your pneumonic device

With this symphonic advice

Yo, don't make me mad or I might have to show ya

This party is ova, you better call ya chauffer