[Verse One: Kulprit D] I'm watching Hangin' With Mr. Cooper while I eart Fruit Roll-Ups Eyes glazed like doughnuts. Go HAM like cold cuts Detail the whip and hit a drive thru Tell the people at the window that I rap They didn't even ask what I do But people dodge my mixtapes like Ben Stiller Rappers are ill but tell Patch Adams that I'm iller Tell MJ that I'm Thriller. Tell Milli I'm more Vanilla Tell UPS, Tell FedEx that Kulprit D delivers Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, rhymes. Got 'em! Dimes, dimes, dimes, dimes, dimes, dimes. Got 'em! And I brought 'em back to the crib And then you know what I did? I treated 'em like ladies because I'm a gentleman And they deserve respect and that's how that's gonna go [Verse Two: Bru Swain] Aye, this is groovy. On the way to a movie And we're swerving lane to lane cause I'm Staring at her b**bies And she said she wanna do me and she said She feeling juicy While she rubbing on her c***hie in the Backseat of my hoopty She got me taking roofies and we're driving Through the boonies And I started feeling woozy with A touch a feeling loony So we ended up spooning and we're Listening to Tunechi All the brain cells that we're losing From all the d** we're doing