Oh shit

Oh shit

Oh shit

Ayo I'm sipping on some cognac

With a baseball hat to match the throwbacks

And when you see me fall back or bounce splat

Hold that, stop procrastinating nigga and roll that

Get the waste basket crackin out

Get the cock outta your ass

And snap outta that fagets spell

The industry got you under

Believe in the hype, then you wonder

Why the singles hot but the LP sucks

Now your like "Damn I shoulda got Beatnuts"

Guaranteed satisfaction

Every track is programmed to bounce asses

Across the global you can hear my vocal

Echo over the mountains like a yodel

It's big Phsyc straight from the kartel

With more flavors than carvel

I'm able to fill tall buildings to the capacity

And pack guns like Butch Cassidy

Open fire rapidly and rob banks

Then change my looks shave my face

Now I'm Tom Hanks

A cast away any body getting away

I'm a blast away and end the fuckin masquerade

Deceptikons, Beatnuts make 'em say

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

From New York to South Aucks make 'em say

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

Deceptions, Beatnuts make em say

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

From New York to South Aucks make em say

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

It's finally on yeah we at it again

Back 'cause these whack rappers

Are fulla more shit than a catheter is

And drinking games are my national rap

Plus you dogs are throwing up W's those are capital M's

(Mareko Side)

Mareko dropping lines like a fisherman

You'd swear my pads are possessed

By the mind of Spike Milligan

Bad jelly and withes and shit

I'd eat a watermelon and shoot your crew up with the pips

My syllabus is definitely hands on

Mareko beats nuts you cats just jack off

(Fuckin' jack offs)

I stand my ground like I'm standing out your building

Chillin' with a group of chubby samoan children

Oh shit, yeah this is that dope shit

That parents just tell your kids to just say no shit

And if your doubting these lines

Then you crazy cats must've lost

The plot like a clumsy screen writer

The cordless mic snatcher creep stalking your fortress

From out of orbit so knowing this proceed with pure caution

Musical massacre Elimination killed many

Now I'm mourning the dead White Sunday in New York City

Kiwi civilians with weapons causing mass concussion

Microphone check check explosive dialect

Oh shit this is definitely that hot shit

From another planet that typical UFO shit

A tongue and horse man galloping on a stallion

Brushing aside beef like a serious vegetarian

Devolo my names stuck on you like a tattoo

A permanent impression engraved on you whack ass fools

Deceptikons, Beatnuts make 'em say

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

From New York to South Aucks make 'em say

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

Deceptions, Beatnuts make em say

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

From New York to South Aucks make em say

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit