[Verse 1: Mike Mozart] Not the type to go ham boy, I rose the stakes Go ahead and spit cleavers that's your biggest mistake Put yourself in my sneakers It ain't a shoe in Like Babe without his last name, I'm still ruthless Claims from those are most synthetic Parade and boast and go ahead to break prosthetics Enough crack coughed to form a crevice Held the game down to the point where nothing was precious
Weed aroma's like fine cologne, y'all left leaning more than the contents of styrofoam Cups, don't have time for you bozos Drank a 5th of liquor and it wasn't no 4Loko Your girl's calling me Dad now that's some poppy co*k I wish a n***a would let's put it on the chopping block For those listening I hope you take it personal Station the terminal straight into you cervical p**y [Verse 2: Noam]