[Intro: Cucho Bandito]
b**h badder than YouTube ads
Mad hatter in a Hutus drag
Ooh who's Dat?
Third eye See through
These f*gs
Third eye See through
These f*gs
[Verse 1: Cucho Bandito]
Third eye: Hiei
Cash bars that pay day
ba*tard that young ace
k** tracks now he slay
Slash em back into a coffin
Double team with Wyx comma Watson
Drunk off concoctions
Toxic mind stocked like Hopsins
Nas, Pac, and Gods son
Pause, screen my options
Rocked it, now I'm a Geodude
Bandito who Rolls ceelo proof
-20 C below cool
Subzero better freeze these fools
Poke me ma, snapped like Pokemon
Nintendo 64 Trigrams, Byakugan
Can't find him, ya goggles gone
Or we in the mist like Zabuza
So Speed of light, Meowth that's right
We out of sight, rum, and girls to wife
No light unless that weed is right
Millionaire yeah the Regis type
Bandito beast mode better believe the hype
Ohhhhhhh
[Verse 2: Wyx Watson]
Aaaaah Look
Invader Wyx, back like a vertebrae
Beast mode like I sun tanned in gamma rays
I'mma keep rapping until they have to pay attention
Getting lot of cheese like a encha
You getting up to Kaoi-ken, I'm simply super saying
Freezing up these instrumentals tighter than a lace front
I ain't even gotta say stuff, this my based flow, like a basement
I'mma keep rapping lyrically attacking and master my syntax
Haters please get back
I'm like a malfunctioning printer I spit facts
My bars like vagina jokes, you wouldn't get that
(Pause)
We back at it like pipes and crack addicts
I shift up my flow cause going hard automatic
I'm rocking sock'em boppers and knocking rockets to planets
And clocking in these haters that's talking madness to caskets
And I'm kinda schizophrenic, I'm telling myself I'm better than half the folks who made it
I spit so hard that I feel it in my tonsils, sick to my system like an outdated console
Smashed a girl named Gretel she thinking I'm wicked handsome
Naw I'm playing but it sounded pretty nice huh
You still want to deny him
I got a ego so I might hum
*humming*
[Outro: Wyx Watson]
Turn-Up
Turn-Up
Turn-Up