I’m back on the beat

And I’m wackin my meat

Real fast in the seat

I’m here to bring back rap in the scene

Cuz its wack and diseased

It's actually a tragic catastrophe

But now I’m passin the heat

So fasten ya seat

I’m here to grab the receipt

To return em’ back to the streets

So I can get back to baggin the treats

Now I gotta skedaddle, but I need some gasoline

“Hey man, this is what half I’ve seen...

I just listened to ya tracks and they’re bad and they stink!”

Don’t go sendin any tacky sass at me

Cuz I’m not from the back of the streets

I can send your pack of Elites

On a kayak to defeat

So don’t go sayin that I’m trash or I stink

I’m not Zach Galifianakis, don’t go laughin at me

I'll leave ya like Drac, suck it up, cuz ya mad and deceased

I’ll flash in ya dreams

Make ya whole shack just crash and deplete

I’m an animal, you’re itchin, so I’m scratchin the fleas

I was only here to attack and complete

The shattered glass has been cleaned

So hit me back when there’s a fag to smash in his teeth

This crap has been smacked and cracked with my scheme

So sit back while I hassle the flak that you scream

Alas, my pad has been zapped as you can see