[Verse 1] f**ed your mom got the video on my iPad 9 months later had a kid call me i-dad I'm rad well known for my bad behavior Spit game to these broads they say I sound like John Mayer Savior of the rap game when it's in the dirt Haters step up to battle rap they get they feeling hurt Cause I tell em facts I tell em how it is I f**ed your mother broke the rubber gave you a lil' sis Oh they wanna fight me, oh they wanna fight me I'll stab them in the neck put em in check no Nike Always gonna be the freshest kid in school Make the girlies wet cause in my crib I got a pool Invite the girls over 18 years and older [Hook x2] Too many beers too many blunts wtf is sober [Verse 2] Smoked 100grams in a blunt and I'm still here Applewhizzle rap game too official and I don't care If you like my sh** or not imma always remain hot Girls like to swallow me like I'm a patron shot Under the influence like I'm Marshall Mathers I'll punch you in the abdomen when you have a full bladder I'm a rapper climbing to the top without a ladder Many try to follow but fall and get their guts splattered All over the floor you want more check the score 100 to none That's ten more points for Gryffindor Nod your head yes till your chin hits your chest if you know that I'm the best Add an "A" make it beast I'm the king of the east or at least I think I am k**ing these beats like the son of Sam God dam always going ham on the track Always on place with the hook let me take it from the top look Bring some girls to the studio 18 & over [Hook x2] [Verse 3] But before I go just know that we do this sh** everyday First thing in the morning getting paid Then we drinking, smoking, getting laid Bout to get the ends with some twins, Mary-Kate And Ashley, no doubt we f**ing both And we get they bread too, take a loaf Man this sh** ain't no joke I'm a crook son not a shook one Writing lines till the motherf**ing book done Making hits call those motherf**ers home runs, home runs Barry bonds b**h f** you and Ya mom b**h Get money que sober