[Verse 1: Pouya]

Feeling like Mario I got you ducking shells

I dun came around the corner to send your ass to hell boy

Bob Saget with the ratchet at your full house

Sad they keep on playing with me

Like a faggot with a sex change, I ain't never been a bitch

I hit the Dougie under water while I twist my wrists

I talk about my dick a lot, cause I like to fuck a lot

Getting road dome, doing donuts in the parking lot

YUH BITCH

[Verse 2: Germ]

Coffee slaying vagabonds, awkwardly walking, humming songs

Writer, burner, working for murder

Cause my palms is itching, dawg

Screaming black and proud

Bustin at a pack of politicians

Hop back in my scraper Caucasian mask on I'm back in business

Gripping on that bottle till that liquor finished

Yelling at the fat ho "Like let me slide my dick up in it"

Special guest appearance for the Trayvon killer

And he roll with me so please don't try my nigga

[Verse 3: Pouya]

Yuh

That pussy got me dancing like I'm not the father

She want me early in the morning like the Pearl Harbor

No surprise

I got a feeling that she like me

Pull up in my Stefan Janoskis

Yuh

Get on my level

You say you go retarded but your tape was not that special

You the WNBA nobody watching Bitch

I'm the roadrunner ain't shit that can stop me

Yuh bitch

[Verse 4: Pouya]

One gold tooth like Larry Johnson

Screaming "fuck the police" like I'm straight outta Compton

I ain't spending no money unless I'm pocketing profit

Coast to coast doing shows but they still got me flying coach

See I ain't the one to boast

But I got your bitch making sure that she don't burn my toast

Shits getting real so I'm pulling out the baby

While still pumping the slug on a fuck boy

Remember that you can die tonight

Don't play with me just follow me

I'm Satan's prodigy

Got the .44 in case somebody wanna bother me

Ho I be chilling let me live, get out yo feelings

You can feel the fucking realness when we step inside the building

Yuh

I don't need no fucking manager

You need to talk about some money i can handle it

Hit one of my lines, on my time (on my time, bitch)

And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you get up on this grind

Bitch