[Verse 1: Borgore] This game lookin so mean (so mean) Purple smell like that lean (that lean) Bad b**hes flockin Leather's not rockin True leeches on while my chain stays close Chilling with the captain, chilling with the goose Getting b**hes drunk, getting b**hes loose Shows up as a rich b**h living as a gore who*e All the b**hes love me cuz I'm mother f**ing BORGORE! I think that's something like that