[Verse One: Chris Webby]

I'ma outdo you, don't know what I do to

You, bitch I'm cuckoo

Only white boy at private school, rockin' FUBU's

Spittin' flames like a dragon, homie, call me Mushu

Like Yogi, leave you with a Boo Boo, from punches and kicks

You'll catch a pummelin', now tell me, who's fuckin' with this?

I'm runnin' this shit, with my troublesome clique

Won't stop 'til I'm drownin' in a puddle of spit

Pussy tends to come my way, call me catnip

A fuckin' bull mastiff, hit 'em with a kick, make 'em backflip

This is madness, drunk and chuggin' a forty

Writing in my notebook, but this isn't a love story

Grimier than Nori, but I stay with cream

Leaving you lost, like Oceanic Flight 815

Real mean, when I get up on the mic and shred it

No copy, paste or edit, I'm nice, so don't sweat it

[Hook: Vice Versa]

And you know that I'm a rider, boy

So try the boy

He'll spit flames and fire, boy, so hey

I'ma outdo you, bitches, I'ma outdo you, bitches

And you know I'm spittin' fire, boy

Retire boy

Cause I'm a level higher, boy, so hey

I'ma outdo you, bitches, I'ma outdo you, bitches

[Verse Two: Chris Webby]

I make a point like Uncle Sam, stay puffin' grams

Drunk as fuck, with my red solo cup in hand

You better fuckin' scram, cause I am back, bitch

'Bout to be blowin' up like an inflatable mattress

Not one to mess with, cleaner than anti-septic

Check it, before this verbal Tec make your chest lit

I'm blessed, A+, five stars, with a check, bitch

Something like Borat - cause you will never get this

Yes, it's vindictive, always blazin' an herb

Pockets full of more trees than a nature reserve

Oh, word? The illest in the 203rd

So fuck what you heard, I'm kickin' 'em to the curb

With words illy, cause everything I write, you felt

Until I'm rockin' a gold metal like Michael Phelps

I'ma keep swimming laps around you, raps around you

Outdo you in things that I don't even know how to

[Hook: Vice Versa]

And you know that I'm a rider, boy

So try the boy

He'll spit flames and fire, boy, so hey

I'ma outdo you, bitches, I'ma outdo you, bitches

And you know I'm spittin' fire, boy

Retire boy

Cause I'm a level higher, boy, so hey

I'ma outdo you, bitches, I'ma outdo you, bitches

[Outro: Vice Versa (Chris Webby)]

Cause I'm doin' my thing, doin' my thing

I'm comin' back around like a boomerang

You know, you know

(You already know)

That I'm the one, y'all can't touch

Never stop rappin' 'til I'm rockin' handcuffs

('Til I'm locked up!)

You know, I'm dope

(I'm dope as a motherfucker)

And I'm holdin' it down, holdin' it down

(Holdin' it down!)

First rapper reppin' a suburban town

(Suburbs!)

Oh

Bitch, oh

Don't got no gun, but you gotta run

Steppin' to me, you're gonna get outdone

You know

(Cause I'm nice and you motherfuckers know, baby!)