[Intro: Slaine]
Here we go again
Turn my mic up a little bit, I can't hear myself that good, Stat'
How many times we gonna bang motherfuckers in the head before they understand, Stat'?
The chemistry is there
The drugs is here

[Verse 1: Slaine]
I'm afraid of no man but myself and what I might do
I'm afraid of no knife, no bats, and no rifle
I'm afraid of how I might react to cats, I might snipe you
Strike you, leave you dead with tubes in your windpipe, dude
Am I Satan's disciple? Jesus's homeboy?
Nah, I'm my own thing, I'm a king on my own, boy
And we ain't homeboys, we men
I'm society's sickness, writing with the poisoned pen
Now society's addicted to this Boom Bap noise again
Don't make me start raising my voice again, please
From reefa clouds to speaking loud
When the heat come out, I'm going out in a blaze while you peaking out your windows
Who's a villain? I'm your next-door neighbour
Ever since I was a minor, I knew I would be major
Came back from Hell, the hell raiser
Ever since I was a minor, I knew I would be major

[Hook: Slaine]
This is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)
Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)
So this is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes
Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows - making dough
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)
[Verse 2: Tully Bantacain]
Yeah, a first night spinner in the place
While you're spending all up on that dinner date
A ten-minute late n***a still win the race
You all out of bounds, I'm all in the place
You acting all shy, I'm all in her face
She calling me sweet, you got that bitter face
I'm kicking ass while you're ditching class
'Cause my bars drop like bank shots when they hit the glass
Pushing and mushing the gas, moving hella fast
'Round the corner like Daytona, [?]
Used to look and laugh, shook off that kush and hash
Cold, tell a stank bitch to douche her ass
Emcees push me past the limit
Pass the spinach, I'll leave your mask cracked and dented
Your boy's well past the limit
'Bout to take your ass back a minute, back up in it

[Hook: Slaine]
This is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)
Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)
So this is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes
Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows - making dough
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)
[Verse 3: Termanology]
Uh, I'm taking meth tabs in the meth lab
'Bout to knock out, right hook, left jab
Oh mane, I be measuring cocaine
So I know I ain't living to be a old mane
I'm doomed, all the shit that I consume-
In this little body, you couldn't fit it in one room
I'm having bad dreams, hearing guns boom
The bullet headed towards my face then it split in two
Guess I'm two-faced, Harvey Dent
That's why I drink a whole bottle and I'm hardly bent
Disrespect my name and I'm like "fuck the fame"
I'll still lay your ass flat, Tully Bantacain
On a track with Slaine, Stat' did the beat
Movie money, sports money, money from the street
My tongue in my cheek, that's where I keep the razor
'Cause ever since a minor, I knew I'd be major

[Hook: Slaine]
This is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)
Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)
So this is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes
Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows - making dough
(That's how it is and that's how it goes)