I’m back on the beat
And I’m wackin my meat
Real fast in the seat
I’m here to bring back rap in the scene
Cuz its wack and diseased
It's actually a tragic catastrophe
But now I’m passin the heat
So fasten ya seat
I’m here to grab the receipt
To return em’ back to the streets
So I can get back to baggin the treats
Now I gotta skedaddle, but I need some gasoline
“Hey man, this is what half I’ve seen...
I just listened to ya tracks and they’re bad and they stink!”
Don’t go sendin any tacky sass at me
Cuz I’m not from the back of the streets
I can send your pack of Elites
On a kayak to defeat
So don’t go sayin that I’m trash or I stink
I’m not Zach Galifianakis, don’t go laughin at me
I'll leave ya like Drac, suck it up, cuz ya mad and deceased
I’ll flash in ya dreams
Make ya whole shack just crash and deplete
I’m an animal, you’re itchin, so I’m scratchin the fleas
I was only here to attack and complete
The shattered glass has been cleaned
So hit me back when there’s a fag to smash in his teeth
This crap has been smacked and cracked with my scheme
So sit back while I hassle the flak that you scream
Alas, my pad has been zapped as you can see