[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

Yo, I'm wild like the C-74 adolescents

Acknowledge knowledge in a book, I'm adolescence

White collar crimes, money from lawsuits

Dressed like the mob, FILA Velour suits

Real hustlers don't ridicule

My niggas moving pounds, trying to get rid of Q's

Movin' birds, nigga, ostrich size

Haters in the way tryin' to ostracize

Sideline niggas want to instigate

'TiI I leave a nigga face up against the gate, haha!

These rappers is a nuisance

You can get shot nine times and be the new Cents

The aggressor, antagonist

I'm like Floyd in the ring, you ain't tagging this

I get hyped when I speak (Yeah!)

I guess I'm hypothetically speaking

[Verse 2: Ghettosocks]

Beats bumpin' out the gate, move something out the way

Bass kinda like Rampage lumping out your face

I think it's 'bout time I got something out the fame

While you krump on the dance floor, I'm humpin' on your dame (Uh)

Kids are all that, yeah, I'm fronting on your claim

Got a crew of Oompa Loompas, Munchkins in the game

Came in the door, said it before

You want the dope, bro? I got it pumping in my veins

Not heroin, what kind of 'cess is you on?

I take a mic and stir-fry it like it's Szechuan

Steppin, huh? Want to try and test us? Nah

All the fly French chicks said we excellent

And when we steppin' on stage then the best is on

Pests be gone, we serve 'em like a restaurant

Ain't you tired of these chumps in your echelon?

Well, Ghettosocks Autobot is the fresh you want, what

[Verse 3: Sars Kuma]

The king lurk, watch how my crown shines

I don't give a fuck if the show's yours, the crowd's mine

I'm so high I ain't ever get any down time

I'm so fly, make the sky green and clouds cry

What? I'm back on that raw shit

Climb into your car and cut your face with a guitar pick

Ghost Town Syndicate, All City arson

Sars that little fuck is spraying mace in your apartment

I am the dirty kid, you never want to play with me

My French goons fuck you up, sound like c'est la vie

And I ain't even gotta spray my heat

I just point you out and twenty five rap kids invade your street

Money talks and you can't with your jaw broke

Y'all never should have went against it when the Gods spoke

You had to go and get involved though

I got two eight shot revolvers and now you all know

[Verse 4: Kid Fade]

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah

I'm artistic but my heart's twisted

The dark mystic making rappin' look good like I was narcissistic

Partisan though my words will harvest carnage

Hungry, eating rappers alive, now that's a starving artist

Punished for this humming, songs done get me mad respect

Decompose my flows through this foundation like an architect

Harsh effect like a spark attack that starts to wreck

A chance of ever winning in this game so on your mark get set

Go, set it off like attack without warning

With heat like this, man, I'm causin' a global warming

Stormin' on tracks performing in the cut like a gourmet

The way I sew it up, think I throw it up to keep you out of torment

Check the beat like a doorman, I stay explorin'

New ways to ride the rhythm and to hit the tracks soarin'

Clash with the beat like I'm already too far from boring

I can murk you after touring with no chance of your life restoring

[Verse 5: Sean Strange]

Yeah, Sean Michael, Nah Bro 'til I'm in the ground

Fuck your record label, come to the building and kick it down (What?)

I'm living foul, no cure for the pain

You full of shit like a hoarder while I'm boarding a plane

My name ring around the globe, homie, while you're at home lonely

Don't try and get that free feature when you don't know me

I put in work, you a dick rider fan

Tagging me in your video, trying to get by with scram

My brain gone on vacation and can never be found

My doctor got me on a different kind of medicine now

They won't invite me to the party, dog, I'm never allowed

Fuck a white rapper, I should be a guest in the crowd

How in the fuck you think you droppin' bars?

You not that God, not I'll go knockin' Sean, top of the food chain, I rock it hard

Like cocaine on the stovetop, I eat that

You talk that blah, blah, blah, I don't believe that!

[Verse 6: Swifty McVay]

Gangsters rap seriously, the only nigga burying me

Is the nigga I see, in the mirror I be

Carryin' a piece, this lyrical venereal disease'll make 'em do aerials when I squeeze

I'mma grab a gat and aim it at your back

And have your bitch mimicking acrobats when I attack

I'm never slackin', see murder's what I do when I'm not actin'

And, oh yeah, I rap too and I'm evil

Slugs enter your skin like tattoo needles

I give you another hole to breathe through

I pack a piranha bite, I'm strapped with dynamite

I rap like I'm having open mic in an alley

You write with cloud nine and candlelight and your bad beat

Come and look at paths, I'm on plants and bubble baths

Lookin' far from manly, I jot on sandpaper

Guzzlin' gasoline with a bloody pen in handy