[Intro: Klepto Habits] Yo, Skwheeler and I, this is like One Hit Wonder We've never rapped before This is one and only, first takes We f**ing s** [Verse 1: Skwheelah] Skwheelah, (Skurt!) Never the third wheeler (Spare tire) Call me the Grim Reaper Cause I make your girl squeal (AH!) [Verse 2: Klepto Habits] Klepto Habits, k**ing f*ggots f** your b**h in my rain jacket Broke as f**, bottom tax bracket Toast your homies, yeah they're blackened (Chicken) Got more hoes than Oreos You got a runny nose Need a tissue, b**h you got issues Going to want a bandaid after my Jiu Jitsu That's kind of like Karate right guys? I mean, its just the same thing [Verse 3: Junebug] Woo, what up brœ?! It's J Bug (Gibberish Freestyle) Let's go bro I'm ready Off the top of the dome, you already know Yeah, what time is it? What time is it? Doesn't matter cause Imma f**ing freestyle Your b**h banged me at work like I'm Eminem in 8 Mile Spitting straight Gibberish I don't give a sh** Cause I got straight cash I'm looking like Johnny Cash We're about to clash Snatching all your b**hes Catch them all call Call me Ash, Ketchum About to wreck them Kick your a** out of the field just call me David Backham I don't know what I'm saying I'm just going to keep spraying All these f**ing b**hes... Ah I'm going to stop... [Verse 4: Two Line TY] Two Line TY, terrorizing territory End your life quicker than Kardashian matrimony [Verse 5: The Parrott] Yo, what's up it's The Parrott I can't rap Tiger Blood in my veins Little bit of money in my pocket Kid from Keller Money like a teller Beats flow low like a f**ing storm cellar All my bros roll up, sipping from a red cup Only on this beat because its time for my close up But I don't rap, just make that good trap Working on this tape to get my name on the map Call me The Parrott, hoes on my carrot sh** so tight it deserves more merit Hung like salami, b**hes up on me Flow be k**ing like a f**ing tsunami I made this sh**, let the ba** hit Don't need a brain to know its lit I got that low feel Waiting for this reveal P Walsh's raps be cutting like cold steel I had a good run, but now I'm done Watch The Parrott go from none to one, b**h [Verse 6: Shoop] Yeah, what's up y'all It's Quinn Shoop I'm in this b**h He's making me laugh Only here as a feature, didn't mean to deceit ya Hands in your pants like Imma beat ya Ride along cause Imma leech ya Girlies show to Patty's crip, got the lamp on Before s** gotta pull out the tampon Look for porridge, man the soup gone Lunch is on me, got the groupon [Verse 7: P Walsh] You already know what it is mane Look, yo, yo P Walsh, came through, made a mixtape You made a mistake Just k**ed this game Now they know his name Let the homies hop on a track For the laugh, that is that Skwheelah, Habits, Patrick, Matt it's Apparent we're your parents Lorenzo riding in the Benzo With a few friends yo The jug is lit You know what it is AK that's the dinner bell Straight from out the wishing well I don't kiss and tell Put you in a spell, I'm sick as hell [Outro: P Walsh] Yeah b**h, that's it, s** a fat one Rap, rap bars, straight fire bars We come through, make the music, then we steal your girlfriend Yeah, white people Shout out to all the white people out there You already know what it is Shout out to the homies doing tons of crack everyday Shout out to my mom, I love you Shout out to my dad too, know you Wearing those f**ing... Those... What does he wear? Wearing his Strugis Harley Davidson tank top everyday with the flames on it looking sick You know? In Hell with those Gas Drawls Shout out to MF DOOM for the beat he probably won't hear this though, whatever Shout out to Buddha Stoops except for Trippy Trailer Trash Shout out to Drakepls Mother Goose Yeah, that's it Yeah, you know, AK's going to be a little upset with me saying all of this sh** at the end, whatever, I don't give a f** Real men eat booty Uh, yeah, do meth, its really good for you Yeah, Walsh is it You know, I came through, made a mixtape, k**ed the rap game, simple as it is Shout out to SoundCloud That's all I have to say today... Yolo