[Verse 1: Slank]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo... E.O.P
Hotter than Christmas in the summer-time
Some'll mutter rhymes too softly, Slank rhyme divine
Get up off me
Hide that n***a body like a tall tee, all we
Came to do is dab, f**, smoke, bump Marley
Me, give a f**? n***a hardly
Roast the beef, like employees at an Arby's
Cigar weed, still get twisted in an instant
Mostly for aroma cause the shatter keep me lifted, consistent
Which is, one variable
That keep Slank and dopeness juxtaposed, uh
Brush the foes off my clothes like snow
Change states on the interstate, f** a toll
I suppose, you know me as that young hash burner
Teaming up with squads to murk like Nat Turner
From 1831, onto the millennium, n***as unaware of the bullets in my tongue
Which sprung from my mind-state, time takes minutes
My lifespan decrease at the cease of each sentence
These rap n***as, ain't tryna' battle in my current form
My third eye, my third arm, prepare for the beat down
Defeat clowns, steadily
Slank left skeet in your b**h mouth allegedly?
No doubt, we circumvent the whole south
I'm knocking n***as down like an Ali bout
What's a mouse to a rat trap? Clap that n***a
Rhymes too large, I copped the backpack bigger
Liquor and bookwork, herb and college
You don't know enough math to count the mics I've demolished
[Chorus: Slank]
f** each and every other n***a tryna' compete
We Enemies of that f** sh**, Mic Elites
I'll probably slide in your main b**h, f** n***a f*ggot
South Bend get cold lil' n***a bring a jacket
f** each and every other n***a tryna' compete
We Enemies of that f** sh**, Mic Elites
I'll probably slide in your main b**h f** n***a f*ggot
South Bend get cold lil' n***a wear a jacket
[Verse 2: Slank]
I hear this word on the wire, sound blasphemous
'Bout n***as tryna' come and out rap the prince?
Man hold up f** that sh**
I be grinding my n***a
How many f**ing tapes... the goon n***as got
All my homeboys, the dab addicts
Everybody out here f**ing with me right now
And then these random n***as wanna jump in the game
And come and try and talk sh**, and bring up their sh**
You know f** that bullsh**
Y'all know who the f** it is, alright
It's f**ing Slank, I be dabbin'
You can contact Cholmes if you tryna' come with some Lyrical Friction, my n***a
Cause we can quarrel, alright, we can quarrel
It's like some, some straight up quarreling sh**, you don't even know
You better believe that sh**, you know, E.O.P. sh**
I told ya, I warned you on the other song, we stabbing n***as in 2014
So just be glad you got a couple months left, my n***a