[Verse 1: Mike Mozart]
Not the type to go ham boy, I rose the stakes
Go ahead and spit cleavers that's your biggest mistake
Put yourself in my sneakers It ain't a shoe in
Like Babe without his last name, I'm still ruthless
Claims from those are most synthetic
Parade and boast and go ahead to break prosthetics
Enough crack coughed to form a crevice
Held the game down to the point where nothing was precious
Weed aroma's like fine cologne, y'all left leaning more than the contents of styrofoam
Cups, don't have time for you bozos
Drank a 5th of liquor and it wasn't no 4Loko
Your girl's calling me Dad now that's some poppy co*k
I wish a n***a would let's put it on the chopping block
For those listening I hope you take it personal
Station the terminal straight into you cervical
p**y
[Verse 2: Noam]