[Intro: Poison Pen]

Yo. It’s that Poison Pen shit. My cornerstanders, yo. For the cats who wanna play the wolf. Don’t dance to this, nigga. Don’t dance to this. You stupid? Ha. You standing, we lumber to this. We back and forth, yo. Just nod your head one time, what? Yo

[Verse 1: Poison Pen]

Y’all niggas is

Third string. Now I wear wife beater

I’m engaged to the game and our music is the word life cheaters

Baby boy, you still like fetus

Dead you like stillborn

Fresh out this pussy, so my dick’s still warm

My hatred bubbles up and gets five faces

Bop to my own calibration

Brother, my palm’s salivating

Throw you ‘til you lose your equilibrium, bitch

We started off face to face, jaw to jaw, but you don’t

Want eye contact. [?] niggas is rhyming to the floor

‘Cause they knew they was wack. Word

I bounce your walls on the floor, snatching bones and jacks

Duff you with a star tactic, call it “Phone Tag”

You dying for no reason, sloppy kamikaze

You know how we does it, cousin. You think

There’s love in these dungeons? You might end up bludgeoned

Yo, let me tell you something

Return that Bentley before 12 before it turn back into a pumpkin

I rhyme into a sea shell, throw it in the ocean

That’s how I get my overseas hip hop devotion

Downloaders, you internet vultures

I punched through wall and accidentally made a sculpture

Poison Pen, Bed Stuy, live, die, breathe the sick Strongholder

[Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Poison Pen] (x4)

Yo, I told you, you, you, and all of you

In the back and in the middle and the front

[Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Breez Evahflowin’]

You wanna rhyme? Word? You get paid?

You wanna battle? Word? You get slayed

Peep the diff. Molotov Cock in your bitch mouth

You ran to record stores with bats and still ain’t knock a hit out

You on a track? Word, you spit?

You wanna front? Yeah, that’s the shit

That let the whole world know that you on this dick

We lumber through the clubs, swinging stones and sticks

[Verse 2: Poison Pen]

Yo, I’m like, “What the fuck y’all queers got?”

I’ll pop [?] and make sure the niggas I don’t like is within earshot

Eight in a bed, it ain’t abusing. Here to come

And get at ninety percent of brain that you ain’t using

When I stash shit, I put it in my cab

When Brooklyn’s in the house, all y’all niggas need

To roll out. Jakes stop bodegas from selling those

She’s moving snake-like. I’m petrified, the mind loses

Ha! Your brain deaf from crime music. That’s why it’s

So hard for you to sit down and come and compute this

My piss test is cleaner than a whistle

Don’t blame shit on being lit—y’all mean it when I hit you

You land somewhere in Venus after I lift you

Perform on time—don’t need no head start. Yo, this fly

Fat nigga making a fashion statement out of stretch mark

Y’all generic—that’s the best part

Yo, we don’t walk. We lumber

Take our path to street like a Hummer

Spit hot like I swallowed the summer

Nigga, what that Pen be like is Stronghold type

Y’all like sausages—full of shit

You so much of a bitch, Sporty Thievz wouldn’t

Answer yo shit. L.I.F.E. Long told you

When Stronghold 13, they say they’re scared of us

Word up, it’s like that

[Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Poison Pen] (x4)

Yo, I told you, you, you, and all of you

In the back and in the middle and the front

[Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Breez Evahflowin’]

You wanna rhyme? Word? You get paid?

You wanna battle? Word? You get slayed

Peep the diff. Molotov Cock in your bitch mouth

You ran to record stores with bats and still ain’t knock a hit out

You on a track? Word, you spit?

You wanna front? Yeah, that’s the shit

That let the whole world know that you on this dick

We lumber through the clubs, swinging stones and sticks