[Verse 1: Benny Boy] I grew up and then I blew up, but I ain't blew up Oops I screw up, it's gonna take a few months And when that time pa**es and you ain't do music through us When we make all our new cuts, you going to be crying to us You just knew us, prior to the new stuff You said that my crew just, spits sicker than mucas Being sick is nothing new to us, doofus Now you on our jocks, so we calling you our two nuts Cause we made maneuvers, to move up, moron Idiot, dumba**, so-on and so-on Hold on, if this is a footrace then I'm so gone No songs? I will make hits like I'm Mo Vaughn Oh um, this is Benevolent stop ignoring him co*k your .44 again, you can squeeze like four in him You could k** him but his music is so much more than him He flows smoother than porcelain, go on and bring the chorus in