[Verse 1]
Token goin' in, you can call the beat a slot machine
And knowin' it's Token, he'll probably win the lottery
Non-stop goin' in, there's no cock blocking me
Slaughterin' all of them my team, hot box your coffin
He's a fuckin' genius, who the fuck disagrees?
I'm a beast I should be tied around a stump in a tree
Up on a leash, who's fuckin' with me?
I know rap like the back of my hand, it's just another knuckle to me
God forgive me, I use the [?] beat
Rick Ross on the truth, forgive my sins
You're a simpleton, I'm intricate
You spit a tip, I split the shit
Don't mean piece sign when I chuck the deuce
I flip a shit
Bitch you feel, you get it
So sick I killed the medic
Before he could give me medication my [?]
Yes it's glass motherfuckin' house, fuck your life
And it's a prominent lullaby when you come and try

[Chorus]
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up, when you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba-ba-ba-back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing, we don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin' and comin' to get it
Let's get it
[Verse 2]
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
If you like the sound of that, kill yourself
Or change yourself 'til you no longer [?] yourself
I got the skill to make your favorite rapper shit themself
'Cause I'm back with the backpack pac, put the axe and the hatchet
For you half-ass rap fags
Back to attack, slap your bitch, I stab and kidnap (Wow)
You're a kiss-ass, I'm a kickass
If you don't think that, it's fact, lick fat
Dizzack, wizzack (Hehe)
Bitch, you stupid sick, in the studio
You're full of shit, you got the sewer flow
Watch 'em call the police 'cause I rhyme rude
Homie, I'm sick of the pigs, I got the swan flu (Let's go)
But the pigs say I'm [?], that's pig latin
I'm sick makin' mixtapes so kids blast 'em
Battle me, you get raped like inmates who trip passin'
I put the dick straight and dictate when I spit acid
Imagine me quit rappin', you trip acid
My impact is gon' bring caskets, so get fastened
Forget your fabric, we cut from a different cloth
You're soft, your bars tender like a bartender
I'll give into chauffeur
[Chorus]
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up, when you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba-ba-ba-back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing, we don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin' and comin' to get it
Let's get it

[Verse 3]
Get it like a hooker, broke exotic dancer
And you a sucker rapper like what holds a Jolly Rancher
Huh, put my clothes up on a hamper 'cause I'm dirty, you heard me?
I still don't got no manners, huh
'Cause I got everything in store like 7/11 with millions
And calories gettin' into everyone's [?] children
You bet I be wreckin' to kill it
What you puttin' together is never the realest
So I 9/11 whatever you buildin', bitch
Yeah, fuck your motherfucking clique
Fuck with my fuckin' clique
Suck a motherfucking monkey dick, bitch
I'm up in this like a dick in a slutty chick
'Cause I go right more than a radical Republican
So fuck the government (Token for- Token for Pres')
It's going to spread like openin' legs when blowin' a les'
You know it's the best if you see my name on it
This ain't costin' me no bank profit but I can't stop it
[Chorus]
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up, when you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba-ba-ba-back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing, we don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin' and comin' to get it
Let's get it