text: Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley and Domo Gen in this bitch
  I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids
  Some gasoline, me and Domo, were two talented kids
  Bitch, Im back like my jump on Jimmy Fallons ribs
  Think I give a fuck? Axes get to hackin at dicks
  Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz
  Man this rap shit is borin, this tourin is tearing me a new asshole
  Im not even enjoyin the fruits of my labor
  Thats cause Im up til four in the morning recording, fuck it
  If you think Im a dick, you bitch then why dont you, shove it
  Up your fuckin ass, I mastered this shit like Im, Grudman
  Cuban chain tucked cause you know I dont like, stuntin
  But since were on the subject, Im good bruh its, nothin
  Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up
  Youre full of bologna if you do not think my, breads up
  But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella
  Never mind, you dont even like sandwiches fella
  And Im still fuckin hungry, thats probably cause Im African
  Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again
  Actually, fuck this, Adult Swim pays good
  Loiter Squad season two, bitch I wanna act again
  Uno, dos, tres, quatro 
  Liftin up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout
  To be honest, when I drop it Im knockin the whole block out
  Off the glass, even when it look good I still box out
  Bitch regardless, Im the hardest, pullin all of the stops out
  Smellin like success, leave the room I bet it linger
  Word slinger, oh its itchin Im fixin the trigger finger
  I dont get respect its like somebody gotta die tonight
  Type to hit my special five times in a title fight
  Six in the morn, asthma flared and theres snot in my nose
  The needle got me sick, whatever Robitussin will get it
  Imma dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish
  I drive a wagon, momma said that I could be anything I imagine
  I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one
  Cause twenty-threes too late, Im done
  I wool-knitted this purse and bullshitted this verse
  But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk
  Its No Idols, nigga
  Domo Genesis
  I got the game toe-touchin like its pigeon-toed
  Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals
  Listen yo, quit the bitchin, why you timid?
  I got this shit controlled, boy I be the illest feel it in my soul
  For all you know Im ultimate soldier type, its a horror story
  Reason you feelin worried, cause Im the poltergeist
  Im the evil thought thats approachin em on the coldest nights
  So when they ask me if Im bout to kill em, tell em, Show youre right
  I got my focus right as you could fuckin see now
  Plannin for my spot, make you forget it like you senile
  Document my awesomeness cause I dont like to freestyle
  I like to hit the dougie while she suckin on my penile
  Domo Genesis, what I tell them bitches Im finished with
  Spit the sickest shit, dont put them tickets on your Christmas list
  Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists
  Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit
  No Idols
  Our boy Al, everybodys pal