[Verse 1: Milkavelli]
If the body looks good, then I probably would
If the body looks good, then I probably should
f*ck the face, she can wear a box or a hood
Think I'm in the trees in a varsity jacket with the way that she jockin my wood
Yeah I've got a b*tch and you can bet I cheat on her
Plug the Y/C into the tele screens to affect the media
You some dead MC's and by any means you can bet I'm steezier
All this steady steaming got me barely breathing like its Septicemia
It's a showdown, it can go down, if you want it to
We getting smoked out, get the O's, it's no doubt, that it's sonic boom
On the low down, I bust your hoe down, 'cause I wanted to
Know it's wild when my new style, my old style been copied too
[Hook: Milkavelli]
f*ck is you geekin' for? (x6)
f*ck is you geekin', f*ck is you geekin', f*ck is you geekin' for?
[Verse 2: Milkavelli]
f*ck is you-
Got a gun in the rave and my b*tch yeah she back it up like its buckaroo
We smokin', we sippin', I'm trippin', we geekin', I'm shroomin' with Uncle
You love me? I love me too
f*ck me? Well f*ck you too
I'm smokin' on sh*t that's the colour blue
All of my clique yeah we comin' through
Shouts to all of the b*tches that we runnin' through
I might flex and get something new
Well you might check it and get stuck up too
I got your b*tch in fish nets and a string vest
Every chick in my index has an interest
In my di*khead, even though I'm a di*khead
f*ck is you geekin?
I'm seeing babies stuck on the ceiling
Must have been something I've eaten
616 is the number I'm preaching
Son of a demon