[Intro]

[Verse 1: AOL]
Check it
It’s Mrs. “who the fuck are you again?”, still smoking stupid shit
Retro flows, everything old is new again
Pussies talking shit on the net down lugubrious
Drum magazine got the chop doin rudiments, bitch
It’s a Crash Blossoms party, everyone’s invited
So round up all the pretty bitches, get some bud and light it
My team is comin with a vengeance, you can’t fuckin fight it
My fuckin swag on a million, it’s no surprise you bite it (ha!)
All these fratboys think they Jack Harlow
And all the dinosaurs still got they bars low
And then there’s me, posted up chuffin Marlboros
AOL something like rap James Ferraro
It’s the return of the boom bap, the blog raps
Breakbeats by doin’ fine smack like car crash
Shit, here’s the description of the suspect:
Black leather jacket, SD on the ballcap
It’s real, man

[Verse 2: zombAe]

[Verse 3: doin' fine]