[Verse 1: ContentThief]

I ain't even finna cap, i don't know how to rap. But I gotta get on that shit like that, ima slap your bitch in the face. I gotta get in the car, man ima win the race. Gotta get in that helicopter, man ima get in the pace (Oh my lord). I'm in the air, smelling clouds, and I'm smoking on the clouds, and I'm leaving the clouds up in the car, its going down. You gonna turn that shit upside down to a frown, I hate you bitch and everybody else up in yo family. Yo rainly, you finna get run over my car, ima run up yo ass, and put you in the garage (Ha-ha). Ima bury yo ass in the back of the yard, put my shit in yo damn asshole. You gon blast on my damn balls bitch? Ima kill you (Bandana). Don't even sit no mo, don't sit no mo, don't even sit no mo, don't sit no mo. Needa quit sittin, needa keep bitten, needa keep - ooh ohh. I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying

[Bridge: ContentThief]

Trap, clap, rap, clap

[Verse 2: Ronjohn05]

Trap with an AK, Shoot em all (Dumb bitch). Then I go rolling like a bowling ball, cause I'm fat and ugly, Just kidding. Everybody want me, if everyone is no one (no one); cause ima nasty scrotum looking motherfucker. That made no sense (I'm dumb), I don't look like dick and balls

[Bridge: Ronjohn05, ContentThief]

(Don't know what I'm saying) Why you gotta do that to me man?

[Verse 3: Ronjohn05]

Just had a breakfast sandwich for lunch (for lunch), after Chick-fil-A, so call it a brunch (two for one). Breakfast, lunch, and dinner all in one. That's ten million calories, cause I'm fat and stinky (fat and stinky)

[Verse 4: ContentThief]

(Oh my lord) calories, what I consume (yum-yum). Ima get real fat, knowing that, then get in the car and I zoom (yeern). I don't need nobody else tryna talk me like that bitch, ima sit on that bitch asshole, trap bitch out the car. Ima sit on that bitch, she gon clap her ass against my balls. Crotch jumping, Rot lumpin, little loofah (Oh my lord). With that jumping, ima go get on that trampoline, man, bitch I'm gettin that jumping, on the rumping with the bumping. Bitch get off my damn balls, you a little stinky rotten (Like window). You ain't nothing, I ain't nothing; We go together, we mix all like that bitch, ima shoot you in the face