SMITH:
'Cuz you know I've had this rash since I was five years old
All these doctors tried to help me but I can't be told
What it is, who I am, what this rash is meant to mean
If my haters think I'm dirty I don't want to be clean
Yeah
Cause I raps weird smell
Bitch I might be fatal but you just can't tell
Clothes coming off, better wipe me down
Only threads I need are a medical gown

TROTT:
I'm a rash y'all
And I'm here to say
I'm creeping up your leg in a major way
Feel an itch, son
'Cuz I've gone bright red
Don't ignore me son or you'll end up dead

ROSS:
I've got a crazy itch and it's fucking up my brain
Got a dark red patch that I'm wrapping with this pain
It's incurable, got no cream for this
Only meds I got are the raps I spit
Find a cure. I've gotta find a cure
I've been rubbing this rash with a broken hand saw
And I hate it. But I gotta fucking fake it
This remedy's a melody I guess I'll fucking take it