Verse 1:

Yo listen all you crackers to my nut reception

Rhymes never break bones, but you're dying from the infection

Always flying high, that's why they call me George Jetson

With my two drop tops, and my matching Corvettes and....

On the beach, in the club in Hawaii

You're girl on my bed never says untie me

Just sitting at the bar with my Kunt Liquor

No other fucking drank gets you drunk quicker

All night virgin bids line up at the VIP, (Haha) they call me Jack the Ripper

Got a problem? Step into my roundhouse

Bend it like Beckham, open up your girl's blouse

Grab your gatt nine, grab your bunch of clips

And I'm gonna show you fools, this is how you fucking rip

Bitch, ain't gonna bag my dick, this ain't no Happy Meal

Bitch, Come on let me hear Plan B, baby better not be for real

Bitch, I like them pussies bald, like the guy on Deal or No Deal

Chorus:

What you want from us?

Think we take it too far?

I'll find your fucking mother, leave her pussy with a scar

Fucking baby mommas, leave them singing lullabies

Now you fucking with the members of Surprise! Surprise!

Verse 2:

Yo bitch, quit knocking at my door

‘cause you know that I don’t give a fuck about a stupid whore

Maybe that shit used to fly, not so much anymore

We all know you ain’t worth it, What I gonna waste my time for?

Grab the hose, I’m spitting fucking fuego

I’m everywhere up in your girl like Carmen San Diego

Mic’s in my hand, you know I’m gonna rock it

Quit giving me the stink eye or I’ll shove it in your socket

I got artillery in my back pocket

I’ll cap your ass in record time, we’ll get someone to clock it

Can never be on top of me if we in the same biz

Surprise! Surprise! says this, “It doesn’t matter what your name is!”

Try it man, I dare you, it’ll end up in disaster

You’re a fucking nothing, and I’m the fucking master

Whack MC’s awaiting the day that I retire

But that won’t happen soon, they’re living in my empire

She wants a blunt and a blowjob; I’ll let her take her pick

As long as she supplies the weed, and I supply the dick

Submerged her face in jizz, yeah that’s a fucking tragedy

Lost sense of smell, got it in her nasal cavity

Still haven’t heard? No fucking with my crew

We’ll find the nearest brick wall, and put your head through

Might be living still, better check back in a few

‘Cause Surprise! Surprise! Has had it, what the fuck you gonna do?

Verse 3:

Zachary Blaze on the mic, I’m unstoppable

Go against me, man that’s fucking impossible

I got a pocket full of these rhymes that you’re hearing

If he ever heard my flow, even Biggie’d be tearing

‘Cause I’m insane, when I’m up on the stage

My rhymes are so hot, they’re scorching through the page

But it’s not all written, the shit that I’m spitting

Freestyle so good, it be bricks that you’re shititng

And you’re sinning every time that you write

Get the fuck out of here, I’m Walter Cronkite

Surprise! Surprise! We gonna make it to the top

You and your crew man, I think it’s time to stop

Before the beat drops, and you know this shit is real

Chilling at Nautilis, make another drug deal

Make you feel relief, like a big bowl of keif

Sprinkled on top of this cracked-out Celph Titled beat

I’m complete, I’m the total fucking package

Snap into a Slim Jim like my boy Randy Savage

Insensible, unable to control myself

With Machete Squad your ass is unsavable

Got behavioral issues, gonna diss you

Quit your fucking crying bitch, get a fucking tissue

I won't miss you when youre six feet under

Surprise! Surprise! is here, its time to pillage and plunder