[Intro: A-$] Wo Gunshot (gunshot) Pop pop Goes the gunshot We got a crazy mix going on, yeah yeah Crazy mixture, of multiple substances Substitute teacher I'm making my own human being Human being, a human creation To tower over the world like a pillar of excrement Do you understand? Slam poetry yo! [A-$] We got the ba** trillin' We got the base k**in' Such a thrillin', k**in' sensation To have k**a Trill out of the nation Oh, he, would have bid a** rap He was a tiny little f** He's a goblin Dude I don't even understand how that motherf**er even [Rodabote] That... that kid f**ing s**ed balls [A-$] WAIT YO Where'd the beat go? That f**ed with my flow Oh wait never mind (1 2 3 4) Uh, so anyways, as I was saying, k**a Trill He ain't nothing, f**ing, nothing yo He's a f**ing who*e His brother is a bore I bet he has a brother Cause that family clearly f**s like rabbits Dude they're probably Irish motherf**ing crabbits That's a mixture of a crow and a rabbit It gives it flowing wings That it uses to fly over the landscapes and view the scenery That's cool looking Cam (Yeah, I agree man) I just told them off so good So now it's just the haters (3 4) Alright, now we got the Latin beats We got some guitar, we got some fleets Of ships crossing the ocean To attack Lutania, my home nation Uh, damn, got to defend the honor of my country From all those f**ing country bumpkins You understand? Those country bumpkins ain't sh** Rodaboat, you tell'em (3 4) Uh, the ba** is coming back to save us The ba**... is coming back to shave us Throwaway all our dignity But the ba**... is the greatest weapon to me, you know It just crushes everything under itself Oh man, under its wealth Of auditory vision, you understand Vision mixed with hearing, that's crazy man (man man man man man man) man man, uh yeah [Rodabote] Man with a plan in the jungle I'm a man with a plan in the Jungle [A-$] But this is the concrete jungle The straight up ghetto Up Oh Whaaahyi?