(Jason) Say it again Uh f**in Carlos with these hard a** beats n sh** Uh Here we go I wake up I bake up I wake yo b**h She bakes up We do it n***a You wish you did it n***a Thomas, do you live at Mailes house? Basically, yeah x2 Basically, I smoke this blunt Basically, I drink my drank Basically, I go hard Basically, this room STANK! f**ing Carlos Wash yo sheets Take a shower Brush yo teeth God damnit n***a This room really f**ing STINKS It smells like rotting flesh Like a rotten bag of balls Filled with cancer patient phlegm Poring down the f**ing halls Like a little kid Takin a sh** In the bathroom stall Shut the f** up b**h Wash your f**in draws (Thomas) uh, Is my brotha Jason k**in it like he on a f**in mission Is my brotha car managing macks like a lit ignition, petition n***a we out here pissin, dissin yo mom Carlos in the beat laboratory, YEAH Carlos in the beat laboratory, UGHHH Keepin it Jay rated for the G.O.D priority Rappin, clappin, mackin, stackin, cappin on that n***a in the studio Makin, the rhymes, sound so f**in damn stupid yo Let me be, eat my beans, eat my rice and take a pee Never be a green tea, always get that sweet tea From tha n***a Ronald Mcdonald Blaaahhh (carlos) Aww man, f** these two They cant do what I can do There comin over talking trash n***a look at you Its f**ed up hairline and Shaggy from Scooby Doo My room smells like roses b**h n***a, f** both of you (fire, fire, hot fire)