My name is TrYler and I represent City of Joy, Calcutta Bitch!

I'm gonna drop the shit for my homie (Drop this motherfuckin' thing)

Alright!

Check this out

Yo!

Aiyo!

I Hip and Hop then Hop and Hip

You ain't deny motherfuckin' Pop is shit

Now what the topic is (What?)

2-2 (2-2)

Go for the summation with O

Do-Do (Do-Do)

You're that fuckin' dose of gold carats with old savage of low standards

Embarrassed to don bandage when auctioned as a whole package to manage for the gross marriage of your both parents

Public menace performed different methods of mathematics with lab jackets (Why?)

Stumbled upon vacant bank balance

The wrath of the mack faggots drags the baggage from that palace to their wack garage

This rap tackle spots some funky shots on junky mugs

You aged grubs serve my chugs and dumpling knots in the pumpkin pots

Like Something's hot (What?)

My nigga Saurav loves the baggage of gold carats

I put his collars up

That's a smaller stuff than buying these bumpkin staffs and their whole motherfuckin' shits in some dollars

Fuck!

This punchy plot taboos the punky snot's evasion of unseen zots by hunky sots

That's cool when somebody (What?) said to communicate (Why?) and elucidate (Why?) about the fuss

She's raped and dead

Like monkey, fox you are jumping

Stop!

Statue! (Stop!)

Holy Fuck!

My nigga fucked (Whom?) motherfuckin' Ankita Basu

That's normal

Peace Out

And don't forget to fuck Donald Trump Bitch!