[Verse 1: Trials]
Yo I'm suppose to be humble? You're kidding
They still trying to cum onto women, I just finished cumming in 'em
Picturing 'em in their full flat
Mall rats enough goths, sluts coughed up what I poured down
It's your round, never mine and it stays that way
Until the day I fell in line like Jay MC Clay ay
Take the bait and I take your name instead of a couch
Tom Cruise the bit of your mouth now
I think it's evident now the evidence out
Settling downs out out the question
And how many thousand crew throw towels in to show their click
Fuck showmanship, I done showed their shit
Show the dick 'til the girl gets the cum out
Then...she get the fuck out!
'Til we run out of drinks, I skull this one
Thinking out the box with my finger stuck in one

[Verse 2: Sesta]
Come fuck around, fuck it I cum around
I hit your girl in the back while your son around
She's busy, run to the liqour shop and get a bottle
Kiddies love it, he's a role model
Low morals, beer goggles
Thick as a brick but I'm never double dipping the dick in the bitch
Fuck, I turn 'em vegetarian, the drunk pallbearer
Holding wood trying to bury you
I give 'em clout, spread the rumour
Getting kicked out of clubs rocking second hand Pumas
Who got the illest sport? The name 'Oars
Encores they feel it boy more than they feeling chainsaws
We came, we saw, we fade 'em all, we did it
You prayed we'd fall, we didn't, huh you're kidding?
Walking in and we killing the vibe
You better hide the dinner knifes because I might...