Hook (x1):
It's the most hated, most underrated, most jaded, most favorite Catch me in the hood with toast, I be the most sedated
I don't mean to boast, it's over, leave the game faded
Hated out, trying to hit a vein, I see your aims dated

Verse 1:
I stay the macob
Sipping on guiness I turned cynic
Live and learn to live the rest of your life in the burn clinic
Laughed at your wounds and tossed in the freezer
You're soft like Weezer, then freeze frame your thoughts
We'll party when the coffin greets ya
I'll be a smuck if they caught me selling
I got a whore house in queens with ugly chickens like Tory Spelling Gory days, it's a sport for felons
The future is now, most anticipated since they caught Lennon
I'm V.I.P. now, Venom shirt and black denim
Extorting the world, sending packages on how it's ended
The Vegas entertainment main stays, cocaine plays
Spit in the game, Nikki cop bitches that give me brain
Then serenade me with the pentagram and twist of cake
My project roof, a jewel thrown up on a pit of flames
I'm digi immortal, war prone like crossbones
Bugged how the slugs move through your tubes like Gallstones 'cause you go both ways sliding on your knees
Yo, I see you up in Jimmy Jazz trying on the baby tees
Your whole team's dubbed were platinum highlights
Looking like Rip Torn, eyebrows waxed, chillin in gay porn
Streets watch, seeing how you speak in the cops
Can't even creep though your hood
Sneaking you beep in your pops
Bent off 2 plants coping Chinese with food stamps
Too advanced, I run with goons that make moves like food champs

Hook (x2)

Verse 2:
Fuck y'all busters
We bubbling pounds through Danish customs straight to Canarsie
Ghetto fab
We hustle on the bus in
Blood thirst
My struggle make you throw your hands up
The mantra
Fans said I faked my own death like Tony Danza
Pops was a pimp ‘till the cops got him with bricks
Fled the country with drug money ‘till 2006
America's wickedness
My whole block’s hot like teen brothels
Speed freaks, degenerates, fiends and straight vatos
I'm hostile
Pop the gat back
Smacking your tonsils
I'm a jackass who blows off his own face like Johnny Knoxville
I'm in the place, 3 eighths cruising Virginia plates
Uncle Howie rock the 50 inch with hidden flakes
I did it all from designer chewables to nuns that's doable
Guns are fun but it seems like pipe bombs are more suitable
A safe bet
Leave you creeped out like Sissy Spacek
I'm 20 hits of E with no weed
Bleed through your tape deck
Dog we trust
Spit bars that’s poison as dust
Gore’s corrupt
You be cleaning brains from off of the truck
I can't even leave the state now for stalking this slut
A thousand milligrams to withstand and coughing it up