[Verse 1: Big Mac Zac]
Yeah, the name's Big Mac Zac
I never really thought that I'd featured on this track
I always thought that rapping would be like getting hooked on crack
And thats when good ole' Mangus came and gave me a smack
(smack)
Oh, you thought I was done?
I did too, but now my mind's on a run
So I'm spitting this sh**, like its the last you'll ever hear of me
Probably the most famous I'll ever f**ing be
It's going to be the most attention that I've ever f**ing had
It might sound like a lie, but nah it's really f**ing sad
(cries)
Now I got a crush on this girl, but I don't like she likes me back
Probably thinks I'm a loser, can't you cut me some slack?
I'm new to this sh**, both the drinking and the talking
If I gave you my shoes, my life would be a b**h to walk in
Speaking of b**hes, lets get back to this girl
My bro Angel had a rager and I think she saw me hurl
Am I done for good? Does this mean I'm out?
I'm all out of tears, like I'm in a f**ing drought
But f** that sh**, lets get back to the good times
Staying up all night, just to get them good rhymes
Damn, I'm a lyrical pedophile
You know, cause I just molested the sh** out of this beat
Now put that sh** back on repeat
BMZ, out
[Verse 2: Mangus]
They say
Hip-hop is dead, Imma resurrect it
They say I'm fat, my self esteem effected
818s walk by, you know I get erected
f** Obama man he should of never got elected
I perfected, rejection, at a young age
Thots read the cover, not the pages
I is, a f**ing maniac, more like a brainiac, f**ing egomaniac
Thoughts hectic but never respected
Third eye opened, my minds infected
Bro don't stress it, pineal dissected
Yeah I said dissected
I'm directed looking for direction
Hits bigger than Brit Recht's tits
Hands in the air, I'm throwing fits
Greedy white America, grease in their mitts
I'm amidst, people that say they don't give a sh**
But oops when the sh** hits the fan
And oop sh** dawg, you don't got a plan
You get arrested, and no one objected
You sit your a** in a jail cell and hopelessly reflect it
You call your mom's cell and start to confess it
Like damn, I didn't mean to get a DUI
But f** it, like my friends, they really needed a ride
But hey, tell dad at least I got some head
No mom, I didn't drag her drunk a** to bed
I just gave her two xans and dragged her by the hand
But I was too gone, so my thought train got jammed, damn
This has been your boy, M-A-N-G-U-S Mangus, B-M-Z Big Mac Zac
Yeah, we outchea, Mind Projection