[Verse 1: Benny Boy]
I grew up and then I blew up, but I ain't blew up
Oops I screw up, it's gonna take a few months
And when that time pa**es and you ain't do music through us
When we make all our new cuts, you going to be crying to us
You just knew us, prior to the new stuff
You said that my crew just, spits sicker than mucas
Being sick is nothing new to us, doofus
Now you on our jocks, so we calling you our two nuts
Cause we made maneuvers, to move up, moron
Idiot, dumba**, so-on and so-on
Hold on, if this is a footrace then I'm so gone
No songs? I will make hits like I'm Mo Vaughn
Oh um, this is Benevolent stop ignoring him
co*k your .44 again, you can squeeze like four in him
You could k** him but his music is so much more than him
He flows smoother than porcelain, go on and bring the chorus in