Yo jack, I've been thinking, ain't a ranch only got like 25 horses yo?
Yo sh** man, if it was a car it'd be slow as f**
[John]
My mottos f**in b**hes
When im not recording, i listen to my sh** and im the illest
The chillest, good thing i went first cause ima k** this
Yo, locate where dr. phil is
….a therapy session for you
You gon need it, you scared, he gonna a treat it
Yea, werd, up cali kush swag
Yo jon, your more like a gay p**y f*g
Thinking its cool taken dabs selling dimes
You think you better than me, show me in your rhymes
And your lines man, you a f**in actor
Its simply a fact your not a mothaf**in rapper
Huh, what you gonna do
You f** with me, i f**in turn yo face black
And blue, then i send you to the ranch, moo
And i will murder your crew too
Im also the better smoker
I blow smoke rings, call me the master toker
I spit hot fire
I write all my lyrics down in my binder
(hahahaha, yea yea yea yea, word word)
[Jack]
Yo jon simon, you shouldn't be rhyming
Your kush is fire, we'll put it out - jake lyman
Your boys are gay, not straight
With your period we know its common late
Your first plan should be plan b
We be selling o's you be selling g's
I f** your b**h 3 times out of 3
She be on her knees yelling yes, yes please
I take out my keys and hop in the sube
Pick up my boys and light a f**in doobie
Got to get solos from your local foods, key
(yea, you feel me)
Ya words can't phase me
Your weed can't blaze me
The worst choice you ever made was to uncage me
Me and my crew are the best thats ever done it
Hit you with the bars, your not having fun b**h
Chew you up and spit you out, like were eating gum b**h
Wake up in 20 years and find you in the slums kid
(yo kav's, dajock, and jon simon…y'all shouldn't be rhyming, f*ggot)
[Harry]
So im writing down words with a beat behind it
My words start flowing like a f**in broken condom
Its common, that my rhymes are fire
Doper than the kush from the local cali supplier
You should just retire
Your words aren't even a joke
Uh uh, they a mothaf**in satire
King kav, i dont even know where to start
When you rap its like your driving, a car, in park
Me and the boys were the mothaf**in crew
Mess with us, we'll cook you like a f**in human stew
(ha ha ha,werd werd, heyo dajock listen up)
Dajock dajock, what a easy stampede
You say she needs weed, but really she's with me
She's on her hands and knees, with her head on my d
D's on d's, jon i know thats all you see
Because in school your a bit, special needs
Can you see, im the best in this game
Just ask ma boy jeeves, im at ease
(yo yo yo yo, wuz good)
Boys dont even make a response
We go above and beyond
You know us
Harry, jack, and john