text: Yap, yap, yap
  I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  Piss on your grave, piss on your grave
  Nigga behave
  Uh, look, I cant behave 
  We cant behave, us niggas, we cant behave
  We mobbed on the pave , got treated like slaves
  Young niggas been treated like slaves
  This the moment Ive been waiting for
  This what I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for
  Told momma, Bitch, get back in the door 
  Ive been comin up and up and down, I cant take no more
  Kamikazes are commas
  Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, they aint fittin 
  Poppin pistols, droppin writtens 
  Poppin penicillin, nigga, you gotta get with it 
  My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now 
  The same fuckers used to doubt
  All preachin that they proud
  Cant wait to pull my zipper down, whip it out and
  Piss in your grave , piss in your grave
  Turn this up, teacher
  Play this in the third grade , in the third grade
  This one right here for the kids at the grade 
  In the third grave
  How come you want it? Cant fuck with the bitch
  This one aint fair, this one for family
  This one the damn, this one I thank
  Thats when thought it was safe and it wasnt
  Pointer me, Allah, some on your water
  Im callin your mada, call on the collar