Vs 1:

Ya barely dance

Ya scaredypants

Stand still -- I dare ya man

(Nope nope!) Not in Paris, France

(Nope!) You are not Parisian

You are carefully scammin'

These girls outta their Capri pants

Oh yeah you gotta be hard

Or you ain't shit --

Boxers please stand

Because I got a lot problems

And I thought that you could solve 'em

With your b-b-barely hands

But I just cuh-can't be friends

With a punch-drunk dumb thug pair of fists

Hook:

I keep on runnin' til the sun goes down

But I ain't gonna run from you

No...

I keep my shit on lock I run this town

And I will suffer too

I'll suffer you

So I keep junkin' til the motherfuckin' war is through

And you will not escape

I keep on telling you this is what I was born to do

Now you just watch and wait

Bridge:

Yeah I'ma let it ride like that

You're so scared --

Why am I like that?!

Yeah I'ma let it ride like that

Til the drive-by wiseguys fire back

Yeah I'ma let it ride like that

I will not ask

Yeah I'ma let it ride like that

Til the rhyme bite back

Vs 2:

Sorry dude --

Didn't mean to startle you

Some of my raps got melodies

But no autotune

Look

I gotta do what I gotta do

Watch for the follow-thru

Swoop

Swoosh

Clock and 2

That's just a free throw

Play another free show

And another

Make it at least three bro

How else will I get this sweet flow to the people?

Ego

A powerful motivator

Feel so good that i feel like i chose my haters

I'm so away

Fuck it, I'm the rollerblader

In the skate park

And these cats play hard

But I know the players

Fuck it I coach the players

Get it?

I just got the best roll so there

Overture over

I roll like a stoner

A photo, the cover

Expose in the shutter

And...