[Verse 1:]

Let me start name then, my name Cam well BooCocky, shit same thing
I got a problem with y’all in the rap game, there’s a formula involved if you want fame. I’m not much of a thinker man that’s the thing, but rappers got people like puppets by the string. No one gives a flying fuck if you got bars, boy as long that killer beat goes hard. Spitting honestly fuck that’s a thing of the past, boy as long as that bass got her shaking that ass. You can only be cool if you smoking that grass
Gotta buncha fake rappers with no flow no class
Ahn, don’t get me wrong I don’t blame those who like it
But there’s something going on and I gotta fight it
The rap scene all wrong and I gotta right it
Yea through poetry and song man I gotta write it
See I’m real fucking pissed off
New age rappers try to act tough but look soft
Mother fuckers don’t rap but they just talk
Oh another trap song man what a shock
Ye, ahn, y'all obsessed with the turn up culture
But y’all really possessed and it’s so damn vulgar
That y’all really content with the fake ass structure
And all the painting shows is there’s one damn colour
I want some mother fucking answers right now
In a world where lyrics don’t matter some how
But this hip hop shit is supposed to be a form a poetry
Now we got a bunch fucking faggots with some autotune and jewelry
Please tell me how that’s hip hop
They say they changing the game but man you really not
All you doing is making this music for the money
Not many out there who rap just because they love it

[Verse 2:]

Where the fuck were we
Oh yea we were talking bout my worries
I don’t mean to cause all this controversy
But you see things are getting kinda blurry
Imma fucking rip the head off every cock sucker
Who thinks they can rap any better than BooCocky and fuck
Every god damn rapper who mother fucking mumbles or mutters cause soon enough imma hold down their mothers and fuck’em. Not only that but imma rip you bitches to pieces and when they ask me why I did it imma tell’em the reason. These cock suckers never come out with anything decent. It’s non stop shitty music and it’s so god damn frequent. Wish I could say that I hate you but that’s not the feeling, more like I wanna rape your dead bodies cook’em and eat’em. Then maybe just maybe we could have a little bit of freedom. Won’t ever stop til y’all bleeding and beaten. Won’t ever stop till every rapper defeated. Some will chant my name like yea BooCocky you defeat’em. Some will look at me and think you’re a sick fucking demon, and you’re right but I’m the demon that you needed. Ahn, getting real fucking riled up. See what happens when you let shit pile up. S’all good though I think I got it off my chest. Feeling good man woo, I feel refreshed. Yea

[Verse 3:]

Oh you thought I was done with these faggots mother fucker
These rappers eating the trends while I eat’em for supper
This is real hip hop let me show you sucker
Bunch of mumbling pussies did I did I did I stutter?
Y’all just sitting there looking at me while I lose it
I’m not crazy man I care a lot about my music
If I’m wrong then y’all go on and fucking prove it
Spitting old cliches so y’all better move it or lose it
Y’all getting Fs in this school of hip hop
Turnt beats and no lyrics gets you shit grades
Listen to your teachers all saying please stop
I’m from Canada so I’ll I get is straight A’s
In conclusion this mission is really fucking twisted
If you wanna beat it then you just gotta resist it
Wish I could say BooCocky’s got some competition
But in reality man I already beat the system
Bitch