[Verse 1: IBCircuits]
Come through in new jeans, rocking brand new denim
My rhymes so lyrical they like potent vemon
Like a thirteen-track Rodeo there's no Antidote
I'm up way higher than a mountain goat
b**h got 8 vaginas, call her octopus
And I got that spur like a platypus
And I k** that p**y, call me a**a**in
Brand new lambo so every car I'm pa**in'
My bars so nice that's rockstar nice
Life is a gamble, I got rockstar dice
IPhone 3, that's a rockstar device
Sippin' lean outta cups with some rockstar ice
Got the Rolls Royce rollin' and a rollie on my wrist
All these haters talking, and I'm slowly getting pissed
Run up on me, catch a bullet when you piss
Everybody knows with the pistol I don't miss
Point a gun at ya head in the bathroom
Make you drop the toothpaste, yeah you're crestfallen
Tech N9ne and Wayne the only real rappers ballin'
Yeah, I got two yachts, I need a paradox
Talk sh** and we'll pull up like a pair of socks
Got 13 b**hes, call me Milo
Spraying down the Five-O
They're all dead on arrival
f** being a p**y
You gotta be a dick to be hard
Golden credit card, makes all the girls crazy
Call it a wild card
Sneak in your yard
Don't give a f** if there's a guard
Spittin' these poems like I'm a bard
And to all your haters I give no regard
[Verse 2: TeamJimmy]
Uh, king of the bar checking in
f** with me wrong, you skin and bones, like skeletons
Uh, codeine is my medicine
You playing with fire like my name was Kevin Federline
Uh, man, what a time to be alive
The snakes will snake, the fake'll fade, the real survive
Remember back, when I was on, my feature grind
Now you can't come, even close to, where we reside
On sprite, wrong right, cannot tell the difference
Get right or get left, in dirt with no a**istance
Miss me or go missing, turn your mistress to a Mrs
These hoes knows to get their nose out of my business
Struggle bars, I know, you'll need your time to write
Don't cause a scene, we can shoot it out, like Michael Myers
I'll flip the script, shoot movie clips, in your line of fire
You'll end up missing, and they won't, even try and find ya
I know that I'd better get it, try k** me, I'll never let em
We gon hit the club and throw it up, umbrella weather
All bark and no bite, you caught up in the strobelights
Whether you do or don't fight, you'll get hit with the no dice
Uh, they try to kick us while we down and out
Then they begging for attention, so the people crowd around
Do you love us, do you hate us, are you really bout it now
Caslon is gone for the weekend so I'll hold it down for now