(Intro)
You f**ers got to go
Go!
You f**ers got to go
If you don't start nothin'
There won't be nothin'(4xs)
You don't start no sh**
There won't be no sh**(4xs)
Ha!
(Verse One)
Go and grab a Maxi pad my hating lad to stop the flow
Your sk** is hella bad
I'm Heli Pad I'm lifting off bro
She on the pole but just a tad
You getting mad uncomfortable
Because you in the wrong lane keep hitting every pothole
They never believed us and now we getting Velveeta
They think they pure like Goku and treating me like Vegeta
Well put your Trunks on and slam a quarter in the meter
You in the water with Jaw's your daughter's watching the feature
I'm more hungry than Chowder so beats I'm a devour
Got the power, sour spitting I tower over the coward's
Overpowered getting cake all you hater's just blow them flowers
Young, black and educated I got 'em calling me Howard
But I ain't graduated
Too smart to wear the cap
I'm always self motivated
Don't need a book to learn to rap
You use the internet to fap
I use the internet to stack
Bond with people like stocks
Then put the team onto my back, worst
Just grin and bear it, behavior problems I swear it
Make haters straight pee their pants cause they always acting embarra**ed
Upload a verse just to share it you upload and parish
Dumb babies can't speak the language, these Rugrats in Paris
Let's compare it, to be the fairest your sk** ain't earning no merit
I be son-ing whack rappers, and still they'll never inherit
The sk** the dominant parent
Apparently I'm the Sheriff so
Like the program for kids
Little homie, don't even D.A.R.E. it
(Bridge)
Now tear it up then she hold me down
Make winter fell like it's May and whether you stick around
I'm winning every round
I'm outer space bound
2 girls with bu*ts like Kim O.K. you get it now?
(Verse Two)
Tell the driver to take the taxi to Pluto
I need to take a break I'm dealing with all you putos
Don't need a pillow replacing it with her culo
They say 'Damn, he spark the track like it married Jason Derulo'
(Yep!)
Top of the ranks, no Shabba
Use to sell music, right out of my locker
Go hard in the paint you can call me Waka
Like 2Pac, Man I eat beats waka waka waka, ok