[Intro: Hodgy]

I fucked this flow

[Verse 1: Hodgy]

This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit

Nigga, recollect, bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it

I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen

She lets me in, I sex her, then, she sexier than my leather Vans

'Cause I never am, purchasin', reimbursing your courtesy

Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets

Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet, but me, I'm extravagant

Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit

The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio, mixing raw

Bitches shit in my drawers, like you piss in my drawers

Nigga, my dick's in her jaw

I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple

'Cause a swagger like mine turn them apples into Snapple

Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle

Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson

Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons

African drums for when the champ come, bitch

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]

Suicide watch, nigga, kill yourself

Opposition who? Nigga, reveal yourself

How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?

Splinter Cell creepin' in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth

Wolves are prowlin', hunger at its fucking best

I'm a beast, like the gorilla head that is on my chest

Please, let me flex, I'm going off, I need some fuckin' bread

Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head

Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig

Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead

Oh, shit, yo' bitch, look at how I'm doing you

Bitches on my dick, but look at me, I'm fucking beautiful

Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews

Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual

Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to

Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops

[Bridge: Hodgy]

The fortress is fortified (Bitch)

Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live

Bitch, I be surely high, and I don't need wings to fly

I'm in the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]

Knock-knock, who's there? It's me

Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)

I killed that pussy, and grabbed that knife

Now, I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)

Nigga, don't believe me (What?), kiss your lady

And boy, you're gonna get them heebiejeebies? (Uh)

Nigga, my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy

51-50, I'm off the Heezy, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?

Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney

See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)

I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)

Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes

I'm, out this bitch, like, "Hocus pocus"

And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles

And met up with some bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples

Then, my dick went limp, so, took about three pills of Extenzo

Now, my dick longer than a five-door limo

Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro

When I'm with your bitch I'm like, "Where my dick go?"

Now, she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole

Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada

It seems that I'm product placement, but I'm not, I'm just fuckin' awesome

Your mama look like a ugly (Fuck you) loser