throw you the fuckin mic and your still with that bull shit meet you in the mosh pit with a baseball bat and pool stick beat the brakes off the boi man I whoop shit I got a ring on my finger so I ain't gotta pull chicks turn the music up cause your lyrics kinda suck now play that shit back without the lyrics on the track immaaaa heavy bag hitter backhand fuckin split her fuckin gonja hitter imma slitha like a critter look at the shade of my skin that dont fuckin matter cause when the music begins I blow up like gun powder look at the shade of my skin that dont fuckin matter cause when the music begins I blow up like gun powder high Hope's high Hope's roll another blunt cause the smoke helps me cope when you niggas try to front high Hope's high Hope's we can't roll another blunt cause a nigga kinda broke I ain't even trying stunt the way the blunt smokes it stunk like a skunk the way I fuckin spit missed the lyrics hit a snitch the boi sound bad getta pad lock lock em in the room with the lights off microphone booze whatchem blast off I dont give a fuck I'll take my mask off no cap on the flask gettin fucked up real fast ask me if I care nah that shit's fuckin whack imma make a name for myself fausa walkin tall got my name on the crown and my shoes on the ground imma killem where they stand and tell tember where they fall