[Intro]

(By with a little help from my friends)

All I need is my buddies

(High with a little help from my friends)

I say, I'm gonna get high

(Try with a little help from my friends)

Oh yeah

(Oooooh)

You are now listening to Track4merz

[Verse: VI Seconds & MIKE CLASSIC]

Bitches give me play cause I'm the hardest in my section

And I black on wax like Charlamagne's complexion

Devil-like when I'm vexing, you niggas playing position

Placing bets on peoples' lives when I'm swerving through inner sections

You're sparring with a veteran, what I'm causing is tension

The rawest artist spitting, the one that y'all gotta mention

Fuck is with all the tension? I'm coming up from the trenches

Corner stores, drug spots, business right off the benches

Yeah, no need to question, my act's iller

Your bars small, mine big as the jaw on Mac Miller

Big boss gorilla, my shit's the size of giraffes

Dodging haters in my path, I'm Sam Jackson playing Shaft

Forwarn, feel wrath, fuck out my presence

I'm nicer with the words than Oprah when she's giving presents

Guarding your precious, my persona majestic

While Miley Cyrus' naked in the back of my six-seven

Sixx wrecking in six sections, I'll split you

Born to make it bang, bitch, my zodiac's a pistol

Bulldogs, you shih tzu, your bitch don't miss you

She suck my whole team off and spit the kids on tissue

Nah nigga, it ain't an issue, you're guaranteed to feel me

'Cause I tear shit up like Kobe's Achilles

Life spared, Milli Vanilli, Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer

I'll put them bears on your face, no country grammar

My style bananas like a baboon's dying

My fans do riot, 'cause I'm crack through sinus

It get dude's minus

You're fucking with the finest nigga in the game

Bitch, bow to your highness

I'm over here gettin' you niggas with pliers

Steroids under my bars, McGwire

Corned beef sire, poisonous givin' you work, we supply the buyers

Work

Car crash, guitar smash, nigga getting your broad smashed

Getting the internet pissed, coming for a nigga in all caps

Nigga wanna talk bout me, like a bitch on E, multiplied by three

[?], nigga, go

WWE, nigga, RAW

Fuck the internet, get your bitch wet

Nigga, fucking with The Rebel is a regret

In the studio when it sound like spit tech

We stepped in, all these little niggas get stressed

Boom-bye-bye when a nigga wanna talk shit

Blood clot when I decide to toss it

My go, my flow, I go psycho

Killing all these niggas ever since I was a zygote

Spit flame, firefighter, Human Torch, pyro

You’re a bit low key, but you still hit a high note

Run to your town like Jumanji, on a rhino

Getting more green than the snot outta my nose

Yeah, I got that funked up powers in my head, nigga

Goku, told you

I don't fuck around, that's what hoes do

I'm a bully to a nerd

Snatching lunch, doing dirt, uh

Ferg did this flow, but T.I. did it first

Yeah, I’m ridin' ‘round up in it

So wake up in a Bugatti

They see us in that tint and

We turn up poppin’ that lobby

I throw up in your Bugatti

Switch lanes in that 'Rari

Known to get shit poppin'

Trinidad with Molly

Po-po-po pop the tires on your 'Rari

Put bird shit on your window

Put pressures up on your pasture

While the bitch going through her menstrual

Menstrual, I'm mental

Fine, nigga, then face this

I put the rims in your grill

Hope you enjoy braces

Uh, playing dominoes with the woolly mammoths

Painting pictures with the scriptures with a holy canvas

Cohiba smoking, bitch poking, while my mind dances

Hell's Kitchen, smacking Hitler, Whitney Houston dancing

I'm Sub Zero, Rob De Niro in his best role

Punchlines takes away your soul and leave a chest cold

Recognize that I'm bringing hell, I'm coming for your bitch's head

Like Miguel’s thighs

A nigga dismiss Sixx when he spit? Not I

I'm Popeye on spinach, don't get big if we lock eyes

The re-definition of vicious when my verse goes

It's trouble trying to touch this kid, like Joe Paterno

Suicide Sixx, if you ain't heard of me yet

Bet I got your favorite son without paternity test

Nigga