Verse1

I'm so grimy so gutter

Soon as I pick a track

You hear the flash of shutters

I'm past you suckers

Smash ya thumb in the door

Like I had to shut it

Fuck you pay me

Bitch I have a budget

I'm past disgusting

I don't a need a motherfucker

They told me the bitch bad

So I had to cut her

But they said use a condom

So I wondered

How the fuck do I use a knife

That's covered with a rubber

And that's dumber

Than a bags of bricks

To the back of a stunner

I'm packing 'em under

The dirt like a tabloid

Got 'em running for they life

I'm an asteroid

Half destroyed

That packs a punch

So fast

Like touchin the sack lunch

Of ya classes "fat boy"

I'm nothing but net

Even off the backboard

I make hits

Then hit the batboy

With the bat boy

Ask me why I did it

Cause the motherfucker asked for it/

Chorus

And they H make it (Easy)

And they H take it (Easy)/

Verse 2

Stick out like a sore thumb

Driving a tour bus drunk

And there's something

Kinda funny bout you

In your own trunk

Put your hood up

I'm interviewing an old monk

That don't say shit

Yep, we weeding out those skunks

Dirty ass cunts

Stankin ass bitches

Topping my shit list

Ol' ranking ass bitches

Ok H we get it

You're paintin dirty pictures

That i'm taking with me

To the bathroom in a minute

Yep I rap til the beat off

Get it?

And if ya didn't

I'd advise ya

To buy a catchers mit

But even then

Ya still probably wouldn't

Catch the shit

Get ya chick

To catch a cold

Yep, her head is sick

This is effortless

I ain't even lying

Flow is so Apocalypto

MAYAN

Get rich or die trying?

You should probably choose dying

Cause you're up against a dude

That's hotter than jews dying/

Verse 3

I'm spaced out like klingons

So bring on the ping pong

Back and forth banter

That rappers have to be on

See um, my ticket says "admit one"

When the fine print says

Just admit I won

Rappers so fake

Came outta Taiwan

Yep, we here to give them boys hell

SAIGON

Here's a "bigger simile"

A python to my shlong

I'm magic in the booth

Poof! now the mic's gone

Apparently I'm wrong

Cause we still hear the mic on

Well that was my trick

I'd like to see you try one

You got better chances

Trying on a white thong

While ya wife gone

When ya should be

Choked out with nylon

Won't smell shit

At the Motel 6

Feet deep when ya sleep

We don't leave the light on

I'm a mad rapper

I'll have ya pissed at ya self

Once I start I don't stop

So why ya hittin ya self?/