(Verse 1)

~it’s the kid from the midwest, your chick wanna lick and ingest

Cuz i rip shit dip shit you just shit to say this shit in its simplest

I’m index finger, you the other one that’s sitting next to it

Motherfucker, i’m the expert, you just the experiment

I’m celibate, cuz i cannot be fucked with you suckers “Can’t Touch This”

Even if you busters are drunks that love to get Hammered, MC

I’m nice spittin that ICE, chewing Dentyne

Two letters describe my haters, cuz all they do is NV (envy)

Bitch please, doing things you won’t believe, Ripley’s

You can get fucked if you still hatin’ on me, quickies

Ha, but i’m raw so no protection

Hard no erection, my bars so complex-ion is still yellow

My fellow asians, i’m reppin’

Stereotypically smart, i’m here to teach a lesson

Take a seat and peep the session, grab the beat and hear percussions

And make a banger motherfucker Smith & Wesson

Indigestion, haters just swallow your pride

Or throw some Pepto down ya throat, allow it to ride

Cuz i am outta this world like them Apollo guys

And you a sorry motherfucker, apologize!

(Verse 2)

~ha, it’s k.i.d but ain't nobody even sonnin’ me

I’m gonna be, the hottest thing that your girlfriend loves to see

I’m asian and I rap but i ain't “him” so don’t bother me

Unless you like sipping Gin (Jin), then go ahead and swallow me

Alcoholics anonymous, go ahead and ponder this

I poke your Pocahontas and now she call me John Smith

I let her see my johnson, now all she eats is sausage

That may be why you squares bent outta shape, you rhombus

I’m a mothafuckin monster, you an impostor

Invading my casa, you gon’ meet my roster

And when you meet my roster, you gon’ need a doctor

Cuz if you raw, our bars’ll cook you, then we eating pasta

Hasta la vista, she probably gon’ leave ya

I Comfort your girl’s Southern, i am So Co (cold – Cole), Keisha

When i’m leaking ether man your speakers probably seizure

Cuz my moves making movies like what’s featured in your theaters

Surround sound around town, they talkin’ bout the kiddo

Center of attention but i ain't the Malcom in the middle

You call yourself an ICON, to yourself you might’ve been

But to me you are garbage so i drag you to “Recycle Bin”