[Intro - BROKIE]
Get over here!
[?] on the beat
BROKIE, your music fuckin' sucks (Yuh, YUH YUH, wait wait)
Yeah, I know (AY, yuh)
Uh (wait wait)
Ay (yuh)

[Verse - BROKIE]
Old teachers called young Stevie too looney
Old friends called young Stevie too fruity
And it put me through a mental state
And it made me retaliate
Against the fuckin' people in my life, that's what you do to me
I'll read your eulogy, stupidly misconstruing things
That made me who I am and that'll kinda make me who I'll be
Within my future of my brittle state
I'm like a muthafuckin' robot
RETALIATE RETALIATE
I irradiate and incinerate if you irritate me
An illiterate apish brain is what Jesus gave me
I ain't goin' witchu, lil' piggy, gon' have to take me
If you think you really 'bout it, lil' piggy, gon' have to scrape me
Make a piggy chase me down the roads, I'm in Mercedes
Because FUCK THE PIGS
Holy shit, I just hit an old lady, fuck
Yeah, I make a little rapper do the Double Dutch, fuck it up
Rapper talkin' shit, I'll have to fuck 'em up, uppercut
Rappers wanna stay up in my scene
But they just wanna scream
And they don't wanna rap no more because I'm comin' up
If a rapper talkin' on my name and then he talkin' bout the game
They better drop the fuckin' addy so we knuckle up, you fuckin' bum
[Outro - BROKIE]
Uh, Dastard you can do your shit now, I'm- I'm sorry, I just had to go oldhead mode, for like, 2 seconds, my bad, my bad
Wait, wait, no more adlibs?
Ok
OK!