[Intro: REMI]
This is gold metal rap
Me and my people never holding it back
You're never safe from all, this is a massive attack
This is an arrogance rap to those preaching the wack, I tell 'em

[Verse 1: REMI]
I get it popping like crack knuckles and rap fucking
This ca-snap condom like lamb cutters
And I dance on 'em like Jackson on the Bad tour
Huh, you should star watch like [?] or kick goals
Like Man U and I'm rewriting the manual
I'm the shit like manure, huh, I'm Samuel
With Bruce Almighty, name is Zeus
And you don't wanna die hard
So you and your troops better retreat fast
While I get teeth marks off your sweet heart
And I got these nuts just for weak cunts
They’re for the baddest mamma jamma
She should just shake it around
I'm getting salmonella from these fresh chicks
I mean they got the best thing
Fuck it, I am the bestest kind of investment
Fuck it, I don't regret shit
That's my message, you need a life lesson, fuck with the Rem-King
You're aiming for success, huh, shit, I'm destined
Beats by J. Smith, they call me Rem-Weson
I play the foreign kid at my school like [?]
Now I'm gonna kick it with the female destined like egg shit

[Chorus: REMI]
Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these dickheads the fight's on
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, yeah right, son

[Verse 2: REMI]
Pure dominance, I tell you that I'm fond of it
Think I'mma hold onto it and write all of my songs with it
Huh, call me the Dona vis, I'm fucking astonishing
Piss forking a lot of shit, trilling like astrologists now, huh
See you're playing lozenges now
You fucking suckers, I'mma show you all what I'm about
I'm about 5 foot 9 with dark brown eyes
I'm about well-shaped eyes on well-shaped thighed women
Ow, I'm about to tear it down
'Cause I'm all about burying the crowd in sound, huh
It’s something so strong like it’s Crowded House, huh
I got the whole town whiling out for hours
Yeah, see they're playing owls when they hear me like, "hoot hoot"
Who the fuck? I mean, like, this shit is too cool
I'll make your head get to spinning like tutu
I'm the fucking do-do-do-do
You noodle-headed buffoon losers, what up?

[Chorus: REMI]
Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these dickheads the fight's on
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, yeah right, son
Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these dickheads the fight's on
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, yeah right, son

[Verse 3: REMI]
Look, Mum, we did it, we went and lifted it up
Sensible J and Dutch raising it up
Fire on the track, numero one, ah-ha, look
Let's sum it up by sunning
They come on, they cum on their girls
I'm running amok, if you're dumb enough go ahead and say so
I'm a track murderer, I'll leave you day done
No way I'm weaving, leaves it disbelieving
It keeps their footing uneven
I see 'em see went up for my heaving, that's life, son
When you're [?] like Tyson
Nah, fuckk summing it up, this is priceless
This shit could straighten an icehead
Don't make quite sparks flips, I mean it's that wild, man
It belongs in the X-Files, man
And I'm hot like Thailand, jaws like bison
Yeah, and if I buy Stan Lee like Tyson's right fist
And you're dead and I'm done, this was a cinch for me
Sensible J and Dutch, yeah, they did the beat
I guess we did it again, I guess we killed it again