[Verse 1]

Yo, right from the get go, I'm gettin' you to let go

I said so many times it's sounding like an ECHO

Heck no, I'm always on the dot like a freckle

Fifteen percent or more of the time, I'm a geco

I went home to techno, I left with potential

I kept it confidential, and aimed for credentials

So later parentals and haters go mental

They played us as gentle, parade continental

Portrayed in the rain as a temple of pain

I remain as a stain in the centre of sane

With a predators mane, lane passes the train

I'm the fastest to day, bringin' ashes to flames

Uh

Ye, that's what it do

[Verse 2]

This is what you came for, a rain pour of claymores

Way more where that came from, need I say more?

This is what the bate's for, breaking in the saints door

Don't worry it's payed for, I choose how long you stay for

Rustlin' the bushes, other words, vagina

Haters overpopulate my plate like fine china

I'm big in Japan, I'm big in ja pants

It's a revolution motherfucker, dance dance

And you're caged in as soon as you hop up on the stage

I'm locking up bars at 16 years of age

Feeling brand new, everyday is like my birthday

Nobody is perfect, every other day's my worst day

Stuck in the workplace, no one's in first place

For pete's sake, should I start doin' what the church hates?

Smirk faced, shirt laced, heard what the nerd say?

Worst case, I'mma squirt spray on the nurses face

Haha, that's what it do

[Verse 3]

Yo, I got a bunch of people chillin'

And I ain't got nowhere to put 'em

My basements overfillin', the fridge is overfilled with puddin'

I wouldn't of brought 'em knowing it was sparse

Cause people are jumping 'cross the room like they know martial arts

Then it starts, knocks at the front door

People lined up to the street

Heard me rhyming on the beat

Someone climbed up in a tree

What more can there be? Where's my drawer full o' weed?

Next door, there's a bore running free

You ain't heard no shit like me, homie

Take a bow on your knee down to me, slowly

Please don't try to be a smarty

I can kinda get retarded with the mardi gras

Party y'all, sipping on bacardi all night

And rippin' guys trippin' slide slippin'

Sippin' opened bottled liquor, getting sicker

'Til we slip in it

Good chron, wanna get a footlong blunt

Trauma, marijuana, bun it with our hoods on

Ha

Ye, and that's what it do!

Dilly

Uhhhh, yo

I got one more, I guess I'll hit 'em with it

[Verse 4]

I'm in the circle with Steve Urkle, getting purple nurples

Tried to run away over the hurdle but I lost my girdle

All I wanna do is plant my seed, and females are fertile

And my weed's so crystally, it's like a pale turtle

Then it starts to curdle so I'm giving it to other peeps

Can I get some vizine please, 'case my mother sees

Bundle up warm for the weather or you're gonna freeze

Girls liked my clothes, so I went and got another steeze

Brother please, utter these lyrics while I cut her D's

Sober, she's over me

Drunk, I'm in her ovaries

Slower please, I'm mashin' her eggs like the overeasy done

Dumb c*nt, have fun goin' overseas

Sorry...

Peace!