Verse 1
White boy lifestyle might not make it
Never been black. I couldn't even fake it
I look at my skin and it looks like cum
All I smoke are weeds like I have a green thumb
b**hes on my dick and its longer than tall gra**
White boy wasted. And the loser is who falls last
Rum in my shot gla**, swallow till it shoots back
All I do is drink black. Label me too cool for that
I'm sippin' straight burbon, you sippin' haterade
Ill teach you how stunt, like a training aid
I can not see straight, I got double vision
I'm runnin' over haters, call it a collision
I Step up to the plate, swing for the fences
I feel sorry for critics, cause they are so defenceless
I start spittin around 6, but it ain't ever senseless
I threw up in the bucket, marked it on my checklist
I smoke the competition, I hope I don't get drug tested
I pulled an all nighter, now I need to get arrested
Started as a joke and now I became a punchline
Better check your watch, cause for me its crunchtime
I ain't f**in jokin'. Start to take me serious
I beleieve I drank too much, cause I am so dilerious
My flow is so furious, although it never goes to fast
I'm itchin' for a drink like a motherf**in' rash
People get slow dough, I get fast cash
Some people call me slow joe, but I'mma smart a**
I'm left for a loss of words. But I'm so right
Turn the cap, pour it out, drink it all night
I'm a young motherf**a, I say screw the rules
Your in hot water, I'm in cooler pools
Soon, ill be shootin' up the charts like I'm gunnin'
Began to spit 12 bars. Then hit the ground runnin'
I'm all up in your face, like toothpaste
I cleaned the f**in' plate, but your so two faced
I'm a cold spitter, like my saliva froze
I will go from 2 fans, to soldout shows
Ain't another motherf**er sicker than me b**h
I'm throwin' fastballs down your throat. Two seam pitch
Holy f**in' sh**. I am white boy plastered
Yes I am that guy call me a ba*tard