I'm drivin' a hearse full of bikini-clad girls

Doin' donuts on your drum circle, welcome to Cex world

? Check your cerebellum at the door

No admittance if you thinkin' you MC SAT Score

B-more, Maryland, we servin' up essential medicine

Bright pink sweatsuits and Timberlands

Women grin when we comin', hungry for what we give to them

While you check the internet, eat all your mom's intimates

And get grounded

All this shoot a gift horse in the mouth shit

Sources even say I'm better than Bentino's album

Check me on the cover, smiling, not scowling

'Cause I know rappers like to pick a figure of Calvin, shouting

Your girl loves my style, talk shit and can't back it up

Never win a fight, but I've got the Cex stamina

Your girl loves my style, talk shit and can't back it up

Never win a fight, but I've got the Cex stamina

To handle her, she's [?] like an amateur

I've got the G-spot like others got gramaher

And a handlebar moustache

You tough rappers bust fast

But I must laugh cause you got a ziploc nutsack

I see through, see you watchin' TV with your weak crew, how do you expect us to believe you?

All your insults are the same

You're high, we're gay

But you tape Frasier if you play out

On a Thursday, plus I heard your girl say

Your girl loves my style, talk shit and can't back it up

Never win a fight, but I've got the Cex stamina

Your girl loves my style, talk shit and can't back it up

Never win a fight, but I've got the Cex stamina

And a camera to document my exploits

Worldwide, I explore different country sex noise

Plus language barriers, areas'll get noise

Drain 'em like the batteries in [?] sex toys

[?] like walking brains when they say I'm one-dimensional

Like my shit better if I kept it inaccessible

So I have to show them the testicles and turn the beat up just a couple more decibels

Singing at the funeral for all you boring pessimists