[Intro: Bernz]

Oh my God, you're so nasty!

Ladies and gentlemen! C'mon!

Yeah (x4)

One-two

[?]

[Verse 1: Bernz]

It's so pretty, warriors dance, the audience claps

Veteran minds, the ladies in hot pants

And how you that-that, I'm on my "Who that?", y so so

Get them off the stage before he chasing with shell toes

I got a good feeling I'm a bad example

Got a bad bitch back stage with my sample

Man will serenade, my favorite drink's lemonade

Get me in the vibe and you'll see just how good it tastes

Sweet as molasses, [?] in all fashions

Junk yard dog shit, can even smoke your ashes

I like the fast shit, fast money and fast cars

That's the type of shit that'll probably make my dick hard

And don't check bitch, I'm ready

Catch them by surprise and get them right before they get me

Fuck a warning shot, I'm gonna let the cannons pop

Don't nobody know to dance, before they hear a drop

[Hook: Wrekonize]x2

Don't count us out (count us out)

I ain't heard a bell, I've got seats to sell

Y'know you might as well have fell, but I'm alive and well

[Verse 2: Wrekonize]

Here's another tale of a dominant male

Giving mommy some ale, rocking with Obama at Yale

I mean Columbia, pulling out the solid ground from under ya

Sorry slut, better run and duck when your number's up

Breaking bread like I never knew it was sliced now

We're making records for both the black and the white crowds

So put the mic down, I mean like right now

I'm killing hype crowds, while you're killing the mood

I'm just a local entertainer, who keeps the stranger family

But you don't understand, God dammit, you're Casey Anthony

Murder

Imma be polite while I'm serving ya

That old school British talk, Eastern Suburbia

Back to the West then, cracking a yes men

Stackin' a next gem, your raps been a mess, man

I need a moment now, let me take a breather

Fakers all around me, but I don't need them either

If you need me, you can find me in Hell

Making wishes in the well, I ain't hearing no bells

She's got ¡MAYDAY! up, all mores code tatted

Skywalker flow, with a force so tragic

[Hook: Wrekonize]x2

Don't count us out (count us out)

I ain't heard a bell, I've got seats to sell

Y'know you might as well have fell, but I'm alive and well

[Verse 3: Garcia]

Standing by the bar with a gun in my pants

Shorty flirting with her eyes while she hugging her man

Shacking my plans, check-check the mic for the fans

Gotta reup on my works so I'm holding a grand

Double up the money, Mr. hand over fist

I hit the door twenty deep, and we're not on the list

Headless, limitless, proceed death with a kiss

Tisk-tisk, no shit, left my chick with a cyst

Pain runs deep and that's why I gave her no sleep

Call me more, but I ain't happy 'til I'm watching her weep

Tears of joy, freaky nigga by the [?], poodle

Ain't a noddle like it's dipped in soy

Just me and my boys being part of the bar

Chop sticks have some bitch eating Mr. Wong

Got some low cut jeans, exposing her thong

And I won't stop until the spleen is on the tip of my schlong

Am I wrong?

Nah, I don't think so (x2)

Yeah, God see it

[Alternative Hook: Wrekonize]

Don't count us out (count us out)