Artificial Sweetener
Look. I know a lotta dudes get on this beat. But I think it's about time we thought diversely.)

Look, I got 6 spits of venom and a tape of Ken Kaniff
Riding dicks, a lick and shit'll ride settle
2 nunchucks with a wood, I'm splintered
With a style cooler than D-Day, world war winter
Don't give a fuck if I got like a few bars
But I'm luckier to get up on this fucking stardom
Hardly harder than Yale vs. Harvard
And a triple six bracelet impress Judy Garland

(Probably Paul)
To all you listening, stop fucking with my shit
My ego's fucking higher than reaching for giraffe dick
I stretch for the stars but all I get's gymnastics
Bought Brucie a helicopter, but he's already a maverick
Good gosh, I'm anxious, shaken like a hound dog passing peach pits
Or Michael J Fox on a skateboard, can't wait 'till he jumps a 2 stairs and still eats shit
All you fucking hypebeasts complimenting, saying I'm genius
Ain't that good, but I'm better than most rappers saying the same shit
Stating they're as high as venus
Suck a penis says Hugh Heff to playboys
Dressed as kinky little pirates, dick in mouth, mouthing ahoy
Huey Lewis wouldn't treat his playboys like that
He's got bigger bulbs in that sack than lights have
Hello everybody, the act has finally started
Sorry for the delay but it's time to get retarded
We got Nique, Paul, Diversity
Say they got the worst of me
Scream it at the top of lungs, Satan hears it verbally

(Probably Paul)
At San Vanelona looking for boxes of Pandora
But I opened up the gang again, brace yourself for a
Event, raise the roof on fire then call the building supply store
My trojan broke, so I guess there's no choice but for you to die whore

Bitch, you across the room, stop eying me a
And when I fucking spot you, you turn away faster than chili diarrhea
Yeah I'm a badass, cause I'm the one hunting bounties
Making up to my mistakes up in Camden County
Raps are hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock
Dig up a legend and ask "Amaru 2Pac?"
Swag of a monkey with a banana in his vagina
You've got 25 stutters, don't worry I've been counting 'em
Popular after Eat a Dick, guess it was the irish luck
Now I'm holding in the climax, I don't give a fuck
I'm such a hipster, since the mainstream shit is T's of Chucks
I'm rocking black grenades cause I'm just so underground and stuff
Fuck reading Thrasher, I read Skateboard mag
And I'm so badass that when I skate I sag
So when I dress up as a queen I drag
And head up to the clubs and still get bagged
(Hustler JerryEric)
Most get bullshit from their tears
But I get it from bull's rears
Seize the day cause I fold seven and end the game
Fuck a mask during murder
You fuckers should've had heard her
She was pleasantly excited
Then gushed like fruit gushers

(Probably Paul)
Yeah I used to fuck with Usher, now I'm digging for gold
Eating Chili and mining for it, guess what my future can hold?
Word, you talked to Mac Miller? Yeah cause I'm so mainstream
That's the first song I recorded, don't fucking hate me

You fuckers sit and listen, don't even try to diss this
Your words are gibberish, that's why they sound ridiculous
Actually they don't sound like dip shit
God damn this hood shit
I'm a monster, Minaj bitch

(Greg: There you have it. The next big fucking collective
Fuck Young Money Cash Money Business
We in this shit like swimwear. Hahahahaha
Nah but I don't fuck with them, they're alright
Just no shitty ass MySpace emo bands try to head on us n***as.)
Hello you motherfuckers trying to fuck with us inside the ass
I'mma fucking let you know that there is a toll to pass
I got 6 liquors and there's a party with a stash
Thinner than a suicide running through a piece of glass

Probably Paul:
I ain't gonna fuck with you but I thought this shit was over
I put the fucking mic up until I heard the solo
So now I'm freestyling, oh where's my oboe?