[Verse 1: Earl]
So I'm guessing there's questions that need adressing, huh?
Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em
Hear new tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
f**ing chin-checking punks 'til he's outta breath and done
No affection, he's doper than cess-sessions son
Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
Let the crowd choose who can f*cking last longer
It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer
Lose least, n***as lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels
He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
How come he's not in counseling? F*cka's loud while he's sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D. n***a was Courage cowardly?
State Gold, alchemy, n***a we rap's Alpha Team
Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder, he's chopping up all the doubters see
Now watch him count the bodies like b**hes be counting calories
[Verse 2: Tyler]
F*ck with the wolves we starting to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead b**hes be
Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
That ba*tard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free
Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
Cause I've been doing this since Pooh f*cked Christopher Robinson
Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
Dirty rotten n***a picked it from a cotton gin
Do not give a f*ck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick
But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip
Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
The favorite n***a turned into Freddy Kruger
And this that raw sh**, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
All you f**ing blogging f*ggots yapping up that extra sh**
I'll shove ba*tard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries
Meet the scary, turn his white a** to a Jim Carrey twin
A f**ing sausage fest will them shaky n***as get married then
2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegitarians