[Verse 1: Danny G]

I drink a war cup for days son, and that ain't no exaggeration

But a double negative means I'm off my calculation

Here's an explanation, I'm literally fibbing dude

I'm flier than flying fish incased in a pigeon coop

Such tasteless vision dude what the fuck you tryna prove?

Give no shit for the raps you spit

And two shits for the rhymes you flew

Up at your ass crack, invaded like it's Afghan

Fuckin' poo butt pussy no stussy for a fucking pac man

You lame ass snitch, your stupid rhymes get no play

And you're lucky if deaf blind bitches give you that okay

'Cause it's okay to be an outcast

But if you attempt to outlast me, you're getting the OC smacking shit out your foul ass

Consider this the diss track you blasting to the bank

Laughing packing that hood shit up in your Out Con tank

And just "thank" of all the jobs that you could have applied for

If you never fucked with the concept creating complied war

'Cause we die for this track shit, boom strap clack click

Taking dookie fat shits all over you half wits

Half stepping whack bitch, muthafuckin' faggots

That'll stay stacked like a catfish sandwich

Lack of green having, thirsty ass cactus

See the swagger box is packing all you do is jack it

Fuck it? No Fack it! I gotta dip I gotta go

I left the clock ticking for you hoes it's 'bout to fucking blow

[Hook: RooRooDaMoonMan]

This Out Con we pack on

So Fuck y'all we out here

Bake Meats and Rape Beats over everything

Hardcore the warfare for whores here & whores there

Give us the glory then name us lords dear

[Verse 2: The Majedi]

Let me tell you a story bout The Majedi

You may not know me yet but I'm a hell of a guy

So don't think I've gone soft livin' in the trailer park

I'll put you down with the Iron Man fuck Tony Stark

Wearing all black like Bruce Wayne Batman

Eating all these pills like a twacked out pacman

I always got the munchies so it's time for a snack man

Yeah I'm always hungry cause I used to be a fat man

Fuck the bullshit say fuck the white neighbors

Raising hell in so cal with my light saber

Taking y'all to school call the shit academic

Plaguing all your eardrums this an epidemic

Bitch I don't party I'm the clean Sheen Charlie

Fuck that smoke deep purple outta bong marley

Don't even step up kid you ain't got a prayer

Case we the mad men raining blood like slayer

Took some trippy drugs now Bill Walters is my alias

And thanks to that time all my rhymes are spontaneous

Spitting dope rhymes go and grab a syringe

Because I'm doper than a tweaker on a 3 week binge

I always win never lose in fact never tied

I'm the humble young Jedi I ain't never had pride

I may have tried, I may have lied, I may have cried, I may have fried

But fuck Bonnie fuck Clyde they don't know how to ride

And that's War Bitch!