[Lecxs: Verse 1]
Pull deep on the hookah, stay smoked out
Can't lose weight, eff getting choked out
Speaker box speakin', until it's knocked out
Christian devout, so watch what leaves ya mouth
Power positions, remove gla** ceilings
Torque for days, bend frames wit precision
Get wit it or get merked, that's your decision
Oppose Blaqman, get ready for a collision
We can take it to the streets, beat'em up Lecxs
Take to the beats full court press
Got a mini mansion, no need to impress
Copped a V-8 to alleviate my stress
Capitalist mind games, globalized torture
Apocalyptic future, the hell fires torch ya
Silver Surfa, intoxicate like mimosa
Sedan type dude, yall short like roadsters
Stop playing games, cause I'm taking aim
Letting hot ones loose, crippling ya frame
I'm on another level, this ain't a game
And I don't know ya so, f** ya name
Holla when you see us, let the world hear it
Son we'll make ya feel us, and take ya spirit
We run it done the line, spit deadly lyrics
Who's next on the mic to make these cowards feel it
[Thairen: Verse 2]
[No lyrics for Thairen]
[Katie Tropp: Verse 3]
I was not put here just to be your b**h
s** your f**in' dick than make a sandwich
I'd rather switch teams and lick a clit
Than be a slave to a man who is not appreciative
Because most of you ain't it's all about you
If you flash some money you think I owe you some poon
Well you can keep that don't get me misconstrued
For some needy b**h who can't live without you
Diamonds, fake tits and shopping sprees
Are all stupid bribes that cannot get to me
Leave your mind games for someone with low self esteem
I'm not your incubator I hate babies
I will be your equal no matter what
And if you can't handle that then I'm moving on
Because alone I stand you know I'm number one
Got my middle finger up in the name of love
So word up!