[Verse 1: Little Italy]
My only hope is that I don't run out of time
Now that I'm here Mr. Turtle, better hit that chime
Cause what's 'bout to happen here
Borderline's a crime
Criminal
Criminal Descent and not a cent to show for it
All we do is blow through it
Talking 'bout the times in the deer stand without a pan
God, Owen. You had one job, Owen
But I'll forgive you cause you the only one lettin' this flow-en
Ay G-Sp0t
Heard your diss track coming quick
But you better watch your back slick
Cause I'm not afraid to slam a bro
If he starts acting slow
I'll spit the fastest flow you've ever seen
And trust me there'll be no vaseline
[Verse 2: Big Ben]
f**ed you in your car
No sensation
Course you loved it
Standing ovation
Cop pulls up
Licence and registration
"Kiss my a**"
And f** your nation
Big Ben in the house
I'm under your blouse
She see I got a bo*er
Hard
Know that I'm a loner with an Ikea card
Lube it up with a tender licking
Put it in the back cause she dying for a sticking
You playing me like Monopoly
Except I own all the property
p**y like Alcatraz
Locked away
Prison break when I make you my bae
Then we can f** like every day
We don't have to wait like Ray J
This is all just child's play
I'll let the chips fall where they may
No I ain't going to leave it like interplay
Yo DJ Salad, this is it
I think we got ourselves a brand new hit
This sh**, it's super legit
Didn't do bad for a young white Brit
Anyway
What did I say?
f**ing hoes to Marvin Gaye?
ADHD makes my mind stray
Teacher calls me I say "okay"
My shoes are caked in mud cause I keep the flow dirty
Remember we just talking, I'm not being flirty
I'm not tall enough for you?
That could be true
But you really wanna b**h about it?
"Boo hoo hoo"
Want to go to third base?
Maybe not, just in case
Waiting for your f** boy to call you back
Bet that dick makes a tasty snack
Okay I'm grossing myself out
Really guys that's not what I'm about
Still ain't tellin no lies
I wanna be in between those thighs
Yes I had one job
Still your basic heart throb
Now I'm stuck
Like what the f**?
Smashin in your truck
Your clean out of luck
What's with me f**ing chicks in cars?
Go so hard now I'm seeing stars
(Oh yeah Mrs. Martini
Made my v card vanish talking Houdini)
Yes motherf**er I'm a gung-ho pro
Flaming turd one two lets go