(Literature 1 / Intro)
Ah
Goddamn this dope got me trippin
You are now tuned in with down souths finest
It's year08 on the muthafuckin mic
This is an invasion
Gothpop
Triple Six
We here and we ain't leavin
We takin over every muthafuckin thing

(Chorus)
My time is coming
Like hands on ah clock
I’m bout to blow
I’m bout to pop
Hatin on me
Lil bitch you can stop
I give em flows that you cannot top

(Post-Chorus)
Breakin down white girl with ah black bitch
Fuck her pussy deep
Yeah it feel like magic
Runnin this shit
IMAV3RIQ, madden
Think you hotter then me
I sit back, start laughing
(Verse)
Gotta watch how I move
Gettin sick of these pussies
Shut up lil ho
I’m OG
You ah rookie
Understand me
When I say I’m not lucky
My skill from the place
Always on fire and burning
This what I do
And I said it
So it’s true
Speak my name
End up unsolved on the news
Basically I’m just sayin
You shouldn’t act ah fool
Cause I got some hittas
Run up in yo house with them tools
Killa, you not
Kill ‘em, I can
Every song that I make
All apart of my plan
Sit back and laugh at these goofy ass stans
All in my mix
Asking questions, like damn
Can you back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Then shawty pick me up in dat black chevy truck
Feelin like I’m famous
But I don’t give fucks
I do what I want
Every day out the month
My asian bitch bad like brenda song
She like sniffin on white while she sing along
Hottest out kentucky
Play with me, you gone
Even after I’m dead
They’ll still play my songs
Tell they friends how they loved me
Every time I’m on
See, cause I run this gothpop shit
Head honcho
Numero uno
I’m the captain trick
And we growin every day
That’s the truth
My band gonna be something
You could never do
So sit back and listen
And let me capture you
All in your mind
Like some kids with some glue
(Literature 2)
Gothpop Weekly!
It's an invasion!
It's an invasion!
We taking over the muthafuckin speakers
We taking over the scene
We taking over ya computer, ya tv
Whatever the fuck you got
We on that shit
It's gothpop

(Chorus x2)
My time is coming
Like hands on ah clock
I’m bout to blow
I’m bout to pop
Hatin on me
Lil bitch you can stop
I give em flows that you cannot top

(Literature 3 / Outro)
Eyes low
2008 was ours befoere it even started
Is you retarted?
We love you 08