[Verse 1: Slank]
Yo, I'm a Louisville n*gga, what's good
I'd probably stay blunted every second if I could
My habitats the booth, me and Menace on a coup, d'etat
For the ooos and aahs, my n*gga, naa-na-na-naa-naa
f*ck a A & a B, I'm tryna' D-A-B
And get rowdy while creating CDs
People hear a foe as I roll
Young n*gga in the Lincoln with them stock 4-dos
Ay yo, My vocab make hoes sad, and f*ck n*ggas mad
Pack more talent in my go-nads than they will ever have...
In they life, I'm super take flight
So I heat my nail right, when I'm fitna' strike the mic
Hold up and wait a minute, wood with the chrome finish
Known to straight rape a sentence, bass for they face Menace?
f*ck yes our sh*t bump
I leave that limp carcass by the wax in my trunk, what?
[Hook x2: O-E]
When I hit the booth b*tch, Yea I'm Pete Rose
I'm Satchel Paige to all these other Negroes
Accountant Hula-Hoopin' with these zeros
Villainous flows, murkin' ya heros
[Verse 2: O-E]
Me & Slank got the wax no candles
Give me the beat and let me dismantle
We got the rhymes, and Menace got the samples
My Verses are ample
I'm like a prophet rocking sandals, you can call me Samuel, Sosa
Next year, I'll be, sippin' Mimosas
In a Testarossa, sitting next to a girl who looks like Josa-
Phine-Baker, I'm the Undertaker
Got another tombstone for a f*cking hater
Turn a super-model, into a waiter
Just cause I said so, naw I ain't pay her
Black AC Slater, unmasked crusader
Dark Side, no Darth Vader inhalin' vapors
Cross-Faded talking to the neighbors...About gettin' this paper!
[Hook x2: OE]
[Verse 3: Slank]
Yo, I'm a Bluegrass spitta, what it do?
The bad n*gga back in grade school breaking rules
I never saw Friday free time, too busy in detention
And ever since then I've been filled with resentment
Said f*ck this in 10th grade!
Rounded up a posse and a gar and got blazed
n*ggas was amazed at my syllables, impeccable diction
I'll put a hole in your Cheerios with lyrical friction, n*gga
I ain't tryna' play around, I'm high & underground you get your bars out the lost & found
Or else the playground, I spit it super profound
You spit bullsh*t when hoes 'round, but still they pants don't go down!
Yo, I'm f*cked up and lovin' it, you talk sh*t I muzzle it
I'm stoned and I'm tweakin' out, I think I hear the government
The bass in the whip straight thumpin'
You can't top Slank, you ain't got enough gumption, you f*ck n*ggas