[Verse 1: Ryan Swofford]
Catch me on the ave, I'm prolly in ya city
I'm somewhere on the map, I'm pinchin a penny pretty -
Much, never really had much, never really had much
But you can bet your bu*t I'm never leanin on a crutch, uh
I rock some local shows
Get down with local flows
No not the local hoes
Those hoes got twenty toes
I'm rockin Vans, hit the venues with my hand
Slap a b**h in the face if he says he's not a fan, and
I never wanna stop it, I got it locked, no poppin
Off these chains, get out my lane, got a car I got this
Rocket in my pocket, whatchout, boutta launch it
On this haunch-hop game, watch this
I'm raunchy in the brain
So call me sourhead
I'm breakin bread so call me Jesus, I'm ahead
With this thesis
I'll leave you seekin pieces just to
Write a line that is half as beast as
Mine, I don't mind, I'm elitist
N I know it, clap my hands n I'll show it, it's perception how you see this
No exception cuz I need this
Yeah
[Verse 1: Ryan Swofford]
Say “ahh” when you hear my raps like some fireworks
You got ya hands held high, so lemme slay this verse
Whatever works
I prolly end up in a hearse
Cuz every verse that I murder hurts me worse n worse
Like I feel you heard me at my worst
But never understood my worth
So let me burst with these words like I'm molten lava at the center –
Of the earth, it's my rebirth and I ain't playin
These perverse words I'm sprayin a
Nd it hurts a lot but afterwords I'm sayin
So long! I'm droppin bombs on these witnesses
I'm flexin with this fitnesses
On my way to palm trees
Lemme show you where the exit is
Mel-ahh-dees
Comin through ya speaker set
It's all fun and games - but I ain't finished yet