[Verse 1: GraffitiAvenue]

Shit I'm itching with my witches

Quit yo bitching I'm enriching

It's fictious what your niche is

System glitches like my pitches

I can't even feel my face

I'm just a fucking disgrace

Bring it up to my new pace

Won the race we close the case

Blend to the back of the wall like I'm Randal

Burned all the wax but don't own a candle

Hit it from the back like a bug with a sandal

And we closed the case no more I can handle

Out with the boondocks smoke on the moonrocks

Stuff that shit like a bra in a tube top

Now I got a gas pack chilling in my back pack

Do the deed no Jack Black baby need a hazmat

[Verse 2: HIBARI555]

Yea he might need a hazmat causе this shit is toxic

Pockets so big overfilling filling my wallet

All of my rhymеs they are hypnotic

Drip so hard I stay aquatic

Yea I'm bossed up I'm not falling

Like I-Carly, me they watching

All these snakes in the grass I'm squashing

Clean this shit I'm motherfucking washing

Playing my stuff on the stage they moshing

Saying I'm down but I'm up stop talking

Got your girl on the side she gawking

Compared to me I'm running you walking

Looking me up everywhere they stalking

I'm staying up I will stay fucking popping