Intro: .... Just let me walk on sunshine a little longer Verse 1: 1 time for the city 2 times for the country 3 lines to get it Bun B Chris is going Bundy 1 way to make this night fun 2 ways to strive But 3's company Instrumental Tag Team MaGestic just gettin' comfy Speakin' of you chumps, I'm getting hungry Goin' City Country I've been known to make hits in 1 swing,1 take Chris is taking ba** Ain't talking America's favorite Just the stereo station, stereotype, pullin' out my hair whenever I see h**n, I shoot airheads with arrowheads, marrow-dead, People turn to Rob De Niro When I rhyme like I'm a scarecrow Brainless Keep actin' like you ain't hip My page lift And vein split Causin' rage quits No acquaintance? Best stay away kid Right away my right brain disagrees, and tells me to change sh** Mom said "don't get in midst of the wrong way Chris" As If to fall straight and realign my brainstems And instead of going all Satan, my bars start to save them! Motherf**er say when... Instrumental Tag Team, we just goof around and make hits! [Cataztrophe's Verse] Verse 3: Such a basket case, people call me wickerman MaGestic stuck in mid advance Wanna talk sh**, you missed the chance Steady gettin' grams, flip it for some ready meds, sticky grams
Said it was that business man Have you pinchin' pennies to hit it, just to skip exams Ruin your admission plans Wanna succeed? you have to admit your stance But before you listen, man, just sit and pause this, take an intermission and, hit a lick, I ain't talking about lickin' stamps [momentum break] [goin' in] Anybody who doubts my ability can feel my stamina Time to speed it up like Stamin-Up Murder is my hobby, I'm a Manson Thug Don't get it tangled, I'll send my tarantula My goons got hands for ya The band is up (background) "INSTRUMENTAL TAG TEAM!" No literally the volume is evolvin' Call what you call it Rap is dead! and I done called it Sippin' on what could've been, imma be an alcoholic Asher Roth hick Stats are off b**h Diss Track on lit Engines started If you get involved than You'll be rejected Hit this level? You'll be embezzled Stop messin' with my schedule You're about to ring up the d**h toll Bout to unleash my other half, that's DEADPOOL! Wade Wilson, preachin' lyrics, just givin' y'all some head fuel Knowledge on the rise, that sh** my b**h learned from Co-Ed school On my f**ing Run the Jewels, because I k**ed the mic, and left drool