[Intro: FirstNamedJosh]

Is it playing?

Oh I hear it

Lemme just adjust my mic real quick

*struggles with mic*

This thing's stupid to handle, dude

Jeesh

Here we go

I really hope I get this right on the first try

Ay

Yuh

[Verse 1: FirstNamedJosh]

Forty pistols, shorty bitches, suck me in the back, yuh

Jeesh and Flash the double team, we hit 'em like Iraq, yuh

Dropping bombs on a muhfucker, toot the horn, bitch

Not even adorned out in public, you like porn, bitch (God bless America!)

[Verse 2: Flashback]

Ay, you like porn, bitch, wall you like a foreign, bitch

Sound that air raid horn, bitch, pull up with no warn, bitch

Drop like I'm airborne, bitch, stab a kabar thorn, bitch

To the country sworn, bitch, kill you I ain't mourn shit (Ay, ay, ay)

[Verse 3: FirstNamedJosh]

Dope in my ceiling, not like the drug it the real thing

Flash and your boy, yeah we kill things, stab in your gut when that drill sing, uh

This ain’t a drill thing, muhfucka its the real thing

We some lil thieves, taking fucking flow, muhfucka yeah we steal things

You on some bullshit like the Phantom Menace, took a couple years, but its getting better

It's a rap circle and we in the center, alpha males living in the Alpharetta

Need to stop sounding like the average rapper, or I ain’t getting any fucking cheddar

Next time I get my lil own part, Imma show you why they call me Mr. Spreader

[Verse 4: Flashback]

Bodies leave 'em lying in the ditch, and I shit in it

Got a fucking scope to your face, I ain't missing shit

Tie 'em fucking corpses to the hitch, drive it really quick

If winning wars a race, got a fucking scope to your face

And that bitch wanting my case, got a .50 bitch and it sprays

Boots, on the ground with tight lace, running, all up on you quick pace

Standing, firewatch at home base, dropping, Russian shit like hard bass

You don't, try me in the airspace, got a gourmet of guns get a taste, ay

[Verse 5: FirstNamedJosh]

I never lie, but these bitches wanna do me, yuh

We been in the booth like some toons, getting looney, yuh

[Verse 6: Flashback]

Circle on the barrel and that shit shoot like a movie, yuh

Pour that muster gas, watch you bitches getting woozy, yuh

[Verse 7: FirstNamedJosh]

Primetime like its Coachella, got a brain power with the salmonella

Look like hot shit, but don’t fuck with hella, in an old car, but its still a seller

Leave you in the cellar, I’m a storyteller and a good speller, you a hood dweller

Better get some shelter, white lil Hiroshima hit you, itch you, old sweater

Cold weather, I’m still busting in the heat, say please, you still can’t fuck with me

Run it up, like I’m breaking laws of feet, pin ‘em down like I’m Cena in the streets

Jump up on ‘em and I’m on a killing spree, hit the gym then I get the fucking beef

Bag the beat up like its getting groceries, paint a perfect picture, fucking with the beat