[Verse 1: Limph]

Why y'all be tryna chuck in those cuss words you know it ain't no obligation

Fuck the carbon, oxygen, and the fuels, that's how you make fire in the new fashion

Talking bout how people be fake but you made of plastic yeah I call you Kadarshian

Living good, in a good family it's simple enough although I don't live in a mansion

Self proclaimed. Call me the human torch I'm just the fire itself

This ain't no game, none of that seasonal shit this ain't elf on a shelf

Acting rich in your songs but convenience stores be making you feel like an elf (Short)

You ain't no leprechaun so don't act rich and go fix your lyrics yourself

I got like 20 ghostwritеrs in the back

"I got your mama on my sack

All of these monеy I stack

I also licked your bitch right on the neck"

Bitch you don't even know what a grass is

Big words how heavy the mass is

Wonder how pricey the gas is

Let me show you what an ass is *fart*

[Verse 2: Torris]

Knock knock

Everybody look where the door is

Everybody know it's Torris

On top, is where the boy is

Killin these verses, to hell with chorus

First name: "Your flow" last name is "Saurus"

Flow's gettin' old , is it gonna bore us?

Of course it's: "Less is more than more is"

Nonsense, ain't no metaphorist

Life's a puzzle, I don't give up pieces

Lack of muscle? I don't give a feces

Call me a dick, what a coincidence

Cus im growing, additional inches

Cussin' as filler? can't relate

These slut fuckin' bitches, cock suckin' ninjas, semen/cum drinkin' missis can't debate

"Zip it!" , nah it's too late "Okay" (Okay)

Okay (Okay), bonjour les salopes, aye

Welcome to the game that I don't play (Nah)

It's called "Journey to the Old Days"

But still, you're worse than the old me (Yup)

Collect your greens, guacamole (Mole)

You're sippin' lean, we drink OJ (OJ)

"What do you mean? think I don't get it" (Don't get)

Well, no shit, that's what they all say