[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?