[Verse 1:Sam Lachow]
Ha f** it, play the beat like a puppet
Buy a swisher,cut a swisher, gut a swisher and stuff it
Wo-wo-wow, golly gosh dammit im proud
They call me sa-sa-sammy lachow
I brought a brand new bike and showed it off to their faces
Give me a mac-book and a mic and i'll be off to the races
Ding ding, knock a hater to pluto on round 2 though
Gabby come on out here and sh** on these attitudes
[Verse 2:Gift Uh Gab]
Lyrically inclined to blow your mind
I'm like an aneurysm
b**hes want to step to me i tell 'em its a bad decision
Hit 'em with a crash collision
Its tragic i'm glad you witnessed
The loveliest a** is back in action
You know I'm blasting [?]
You already know how i be beasting on them
Plus you don't wanna f** with me i'm like the streets of Compton
P-pop 'em, i'm dropping bodies calmly
[?]
[Verse 3:Nacho Pica**o]
[?]
Ballin off blue dolphins
Bumping [?]
While my b**hes lick the frosting
Dropping, three sixteens like I'm austin
All because I'm awesome asleep in a coffin
I'm Dracula's third cousins brothers nephew half removed
You think my a** is rude
Shoo, keep your gla**es glued
These little [?] dudes probably got there a**es lubed
I know your sister too, she used to be my prostitute
[Verse 4:Jarv Dee]
Anti-social, [?]
I roll han solo and skywalk for the po-po
My bro got them punchlines and my flow [?]
Rap game UFC, guess that I'm jon jones
Don't say we the future then your reading your [?] wrong
You are now witnessing a god in his realist form
[?] as the holy ghost
Get high off my pheromone
[?]
[Verse 5:La]
L to the [?], well how I'm busy
n***a get it twisted throw a shell in his [?]
I be with a b**h smoking L's till i'm dizzy
We two bars in [?]
Rap don't sell i throw the L on the [?]
Young seattle part 2 motherf**er
Yeah you lack lustre, blast you whack [?]
You rap like your family life in that structure
[Verse 6:Raz]
The only thing hip-hop about you is a book bag
Im a beast, whats a black sheep to a wolf pack
All of the people and things you look up too i look at
Don't worry if i cook crack, i do they never look back
I stood at the mountain top stomping on satan and [?]
Loud as a fog horn
Can you show me a real woman who's not [?]
Through all my trials I'm on course
When you was on my dick i was on tour
[Verse 7:Grynch]
[?]
Got that respectable spit
It ain't no question I'm sick
Wack rappers digging there ditch
Nobodies feeling there sh**
They never [?]
Haters what you call this
I do em like i do the bowl while I'm on the sh**ter
Half these clowns about as real as their followers on twitter
So they can play the background
Success they have probably never seen
Just like money may vs pacquiao