[Verse 1: Frankie Krupnik] Vocabulary villain Spitting ill sh** Hit the k** switch on a b**h One titty two tits Frank Krupnik got the smooth sh** Make a chick bounce for the ounce Hit the purp, 'bout to hit it in reverse Make her chirp, yeah She's a flirt Do some work, lift her skirt, yeah Crush the herb, got some kush on reserve Larry Bird b**h I'm soul clutch Incinerate the marijuana in the Dodge Chalk the rust off the chrome pipe Best keep the dome tight And you can tell I'm in my zone, right? You give a f** with them hoes like I'm so nice on the mic, throwing strikes I'm precise, add a little bit of spice Take you like it with the program This that funky a** sh**, f** a slow jam Delivering the goods like the postman b**hes wetter than the ocean I'm toasting to that, blowing out your back Chiropractics, military tactics Shoot first and try to dominate the atlas Spark the marijuana resin with the golden complexion Diggin' in them guts like a C-section Ain't too much to lecture where I'm from, son Roll another one, It's Frank Krup on the stoop Got the spicy rum, hints of bubble gum We getting blitz, you can count on that I hit 'em with the raw sh** and keep 'em coming back