[Intro: lulamoon & Octavia St. Laurent]

People are so busy wasting their time bashing faggots, when they could be doing something a lot more positive

These are the people you have to worry about

Our whole fucking world is being run by perverted undercover fags that run around talking about how straight they are

(I look like a)

(I look like a)

(I look like a cuuuuuuuuunt)

(Yo, yo n***a)

(It's Keke)

(I look like a cuuuuuuuuunt)

(Yo, look)

[Verse 1: lulamoon]

If they catch me with this pack, turning me into a slave's legal (Guess what I'mma do?)

I'm still toking, I play the top dog, not the token (I'mma smokе it) (Awoo!)

My black don't crack but it's jailbroken, I smoke potions (Smoke that)

Gеtting clotheslined, put the heat to him, then he folded, he ain't vogueing (That n***a folded)

N***as ride my meat, slow stroke it like Leon Phelps, motion in the ocean

Type of heat Cake holding and spray it limp beside a truck in slow motion

Cops divide it while their rich, take the whole quotient (On god n***a, I feel like home[?])

White bitches wanna get frisky, white n***as stop and frisk me, both can me miss me

With my bitch burning some heat for ten piece thicker than Telfar purse

Do you like Ricky serving pussy, and I know y'all hurt

They all against me, ain't no politician represent me pre or post-transition

While touching my dick, n***a they both don't work

(N***a yuh)

Know what I'm saying n***a?

Yo, if I had one wish, I'd kill the boy my girl see in me (Kill that n***a)

My whole fucking point was "do you", and you still being me (Fucking stupid)

Who the fuck else would serve cunt on this fucking beat? (Not you n***a!)

I just put titties on my stick and now we T4T n***a

[Bridge: lulamoon & Mondo The Alien]

(Yo, hand me my drink n***a)

(Rolling that green n***a)

(N***as do not be serving cunt on beats like this n***a)

(I do, talk to me nice n***a)

(Talk to her nice)

(Offers n***a, need cash in hand n***a!)

(Put that shit in an envelope)

(Bring me that shit!)

(Seal it up with wax)

(Bitch)

[Verse 2: Mondo The Alien]

Yo, me and Cake came on this like fine wine and cheese dinners

Please center yourself in this conversation that doesn't include you (This shit not about you)

I heard this beat and cut myself open to bleed innards

When you make something worthwhile, we can worry 'bout the who's who (You're trash)

There's aspects of my life that would make you crumple into a fucking ball

So I'mma make this happen and you can crumple, when I fucking ball I will punt you like a free kick (I got money!)

Half your paycheck is siphoned and you worried 'bout other people getting free shit (You're dumb as fuck!)

Me and my clique on the 405 'bout to bring the new sound to your eardrums (Bitch)

I saw the shit your little poem club dropped, and trust me, I don't fear nun' (That shit is garbage)

I know shit 'bout these rappers that could end careers before it got start

Found an enemy in [?], trust me dog, that was not smart

I got 99 problems like "quatre-vingt-dix-neuf' (I'm speaking French in this shit)

Less than I advanced, come here and suck deez nuts (Suck my cock!)

Please shoot, deepthroat this 9 millimeter

Pull off after this verse, but I'm still a heater

I keep my nearest cunts short, I'm a munch, I'm a eater (Sex)

They could tell I was a d*ke when they saw me walk in with the carabiner (Lesbian sex!)

I got the curly brown hair, call this shit Bee and Puppycat (Puppycat!)

Some of y'all don't need to be rapping, we got enough of that (Awesome!)

People out of pocket, shit you say made me double back

Some of y'alls opinions would get you stuffed inside a duffle bag, fuck

[Outro: Mondo The Alien & Octavia St. Laurent]

(Fuck with me, I fucking dare you)

You have celebrities that go around in, in

In their cars picking up transvestites

Having sex with them, and then getting on national TV making fun of them

Everything you do in life is like a boomerang

When you throw it, it eventually comes back