FELIX THUNDER:

Loddie doddie the rhymes are like a shotty

Automatically spittin' that shit to get the

Party jumpin'

Pumpin' like a work out the trunk

Torpedo flows'll get your battleship sunk

Puttin' the stank on it like los angeles skunk

Test your luck if you thinkin' you can handle this punk

Go 'head

Catchin' lumps while i'm pitchin' this

These three strikes

I do the psycho boy please

It's the picture perfect verses in the framework

Makin' y'all knuckles feel the pain's just a perk

Yes, the steve urkel man

I did that

I'ma tell you how your girl is

When i get back

Jk lol have that coke and a smile

I'm just big dick ballin' and i'm pokin' your style

It's that psychotropic dopeness in the opus

No hocus pocus, your boy's just focused, ah

P-TEK:

Focused? they called me an egghead

But now my brain's on drugs -- fried

Scrambled

And hard boiled like an asian gunfight flick

You punch I kick

Bonzai!

I could hit a fleck of dust off

A bug's eyelid

Bug-eyed and mindless

I'll fuck you up right quick

Aw man just the luck i get

Tryin' to justify my thug

To some uptight prick

Aw whacha want a punchline bitch?

I'ma fly ya to the ma'fuckin' isle of Cyprus

"i don't know karate but i know

Kar-azay"

Brand spankin new

And makin hits is easy

Keepin' it phatter than bacon bits and cream cheese

Jeez louise

We shakin' shit for sheezy

You wanna be fly?

Here comes the bee sting

We uma you the ishii

We gut you

Cut to:

Live on deck Felix Thunder and p-teK

Keep the gears hittin' switchin'

We spittin for life

Live on deck Felix Thunder and p-teK

We gon' be there in a minute

It's just a mic check

Keep the gears hittin' switchin'

We spittin' for life

We'll gon' be there in a minute

It's just a mic

FELIX THUNDER:

Check the bomb collabo'

Lettin' off a salvo

Iron Man and War Machine

Word to John Favreau

I pick the vocals out as if they had an afro

Make my activator with a wire through your asshole

We camp lazlo

On beats like this

Dumb stupid animation when we spit that gift

Two gifts that spit

That's us in a nutshell

Couple nuts shellin' out the hits like a pump hell

Fire and brimstone

You wonder where we been known

We masterin' these classics while you sweatin' out a ringtone homes

I'm gonna go chris brown when i bring it

Beat your face up with my buick smash your window and sing it

Like deuces

To wack rappers and producers

And give these haters every drop of my creative juices

But all jokes aside respect to p-teK

Hip-hop 'til we're deaf or death or mic checks

P-TEK:

I'm somewhere between Nicki Minaj and Dessa

Or Prince and Nas

Mos Def-initely

A lotta pressure

And Mr. Kanye West

This album's got it's guests already

But don't stress

I'll getcha on the next one

Etcetra etcetra

You're gonna have to pause the records

At the shop

Cuz we just bought out the hip-hop section

You're like ross from friends was

A sitcom that just got moved to Fox --

Aww, cancelled

Now it's safe to say we murdered this track

Cut it into little pieces put the words in a black

Plastic trash bag

It's underneath the dirt in Nevada

And orange you glad I didn't say banana?!

Or say this shit is

B-a-n-a-n-a anyway

I'm makin' ya half-buzzed

Takin' it back because

This radio rap sucks

Y'all are my dawgs

So roll over Beethoven

I'm the baller

Make ya wait til I throw it

Woof!