text: Poppa aint call even though he saw me on TV, its all good 
  But now my balls, balls deep in this broads jaw
  Swallow girl, its just nut
  Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
  Yeah, they heard Im fuckin nuts like the swag of a fag
  Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
  Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge
  Im sick of hacking and coughing, Im often this fucking awesome
  Im animal, Noahs arking, all from this rapping nonsense
  Four stories in my home like What the fucks an apartment? 
  Get shit poppin like Peters pores during puberty
  Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
  Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
  Oh, you want a tip bitch, well heres my dick for gratiturity, bitch
  Shut em down!
  Nigga, shut em down!
  Shut em down!
  I tumble-crush on huzzy sluts, give money up then nutty butt
  Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch
  Like, what the fuck? Im drunk as fuck, turn the fucking music up
  So I cant hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss
  Youre talking too much, who the fuck are you to us? Uterus
  I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I dont begin moving up
  Im shooting up, you and her crew on turf, new dessert
  I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
  I can smell the whore on a bitch when she flock around my crew to flirt
  Its on ya shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, its the movement first
  Fuck a human nurse! Im ill I used this earth to infuse the birth
  Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to
  Skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew
  You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few, the sickening view
  Of visuals, woo, Ill eat your ribs, Im a wolf
  Then meet your kids after school, and give them drugs cause its cool, fucker
  Shut em down!
  Nigga, shut em down!
  Shut em down!
  Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga, lets smoke weed
  That shit I need, be the shit thats green
  A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets
  About three or four more than needed be
  I got a eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
  I hate the grape, I could taste it when Im inhaling the vapes
  You could smell us in places when we walk in our clothing is always covered in flakes
  Enough for two shake blunts; and what the fuck is this? Uh...
  I think this Mary is laced; my heart is beating at paces
  That Pacquiao cant relate Im fucking faded like gradients
  Shit, Im stuck like the tape thats superglued
  To the center of Kelly Price first waist
  Its like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the shit is scary
  The paranoia from this marijuanas very heavy, Im lifted
  Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm
  Lets use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit
  Cmon, my nigga! You dont even smoke, you weak as fuck, my nigga. You do not smoke, no tucks, my nigga. Youre as weak as f- you’re butt my nigga. Oh, mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. Here come this weak-ass nigga, Samuel