<Intro:> Crazy as a sonnava bitch. I am a bitch of a son. Scotty, set the phasers back to stun. cuz where I'm from we don't do Hit and run we come up in your space and beat your fuckin ass that's some class, some self control I ain't stomping on your head but you will respect me hands up, cuz if we pouring drinks yeah, I got my own cup. + v.1 - Another day, another dollar. Fuck 'em all, I'm poppin' collars. Get em boys, it's the rise of the Fathers. We see the h8rz, but today we standing taller. I hate these dirty bitches, but I love a real mother. Guess that makes me a Gawdamn motherfucker. Yall ain't on my level or in my time zone. You sound like a mumble rapper. Time to send your dumbass home. That's no cap, that's a Bucky. Check, check. Where's the Rubber Ducky? Who the fucky is this muthafuckie, fuck boi. You need a life? here's a lifesaver. When they put me on the screen I'll be a screen savior. + <Chorus :> yeah Crazy as a sonnava bitch. I am a bitch of a son. Scotty, set the phasers back to stun. cuz where I'm from we don't do Hit and runs we come up in your space and beat your fuckin ass that's some class, some self control I ain't stomping on your head but you will respect me hands up, cuz if we pouring drinks yeah, I got my own cup. ×2 + v.2 Suck my dick and savor the flavor So maybe l8r you'll remember that I'm better then the fella, You layin nextah And if you see again, it'll be a 2nd coming I'm really a Freemason, 33degree Laying my foundation in a hockey mask yeah, this mic is my machete Hacking up you rappers like you was Freddy turnin you into my mother's spaghetti You a dead ass, if you think you got the best of me. I've been arrested and still fled the police And tell your misses that she is so sweet. I heard your bars, you a dead beat. And I've seen your tracks, Mark. Cut your fucking head off And use it for my lawn darts Ha-ha-ha-haha. maybe I'm dehydrated need some H20 I'm Delirious <chorus:> Crazy as a sonnava bitch. I am a bitch of a son. Scotty, set the phasers back to stun. cuz where I'm from we don't do Hit and run we come up in your space and beat your fuckin ass that's some class, some self control I ain't stomping on your head but you will respect me hands up, cuz if we pouring drinks yeah, I got my own cup. <outro> You can't faze me, boy. I see your muscles But you ain't got no bone mass Take you back to school And fuckin school you meet you after class and whoop your ass to a bumpin beat this is your meet and greet I'm butcher and you some dead meat. [×2] hahaha.