I am Sammy dammy me and the twoutoes got rack’s on racks on rack’s Everybody’s lyrics are trash and they stink like ass Only cool kids got racks and girls that want To smash. You better run if we come We will dial you up find we’re you live and punch you in your face Then will put a bullet straight through your brain you better pray that it don’t hit a artery or vain We gonna shoot you mom straight in her face We strapped so you better move away when we take a shot it might hit your face (Face face face)