Hand's on the mic, grip it from left to right
Got these motherfuckers saying the HideandSeek is hella tight
Now what the fuck you gonna do
See, I'll rip apart your crew into two
And put them into cages and I call that shit the Zoo
Leaves these typicals in critical and flip them reciprocals
I have a tendency to smoke fat blunts and start ripping fools
Like fuck a stepping stone, I take a giant leap of fate
Say the truth to a haters face and watch your problem escalate
Like take the mic out of your ass
And take this where you think you need to
Cos everyone raps nowadays so it's hard for me to see you
And plus, your style is see through, you fuckboy rapping faggots
Hold a mic, not a dick, so quit and stop trying to grab it
I be rapping on some dumb shit
I keep it on the fun tip
So check where you're standing at and check the people that you come with
It's that seven O seven and I keep on representing
All the hynas be undressing
I guess they'll never learn their lesson
They get played like some golf, as we get a hole in one
It was daddy's little girl, now look at what they all become
It's that slap you in the face until you see reality shit
You can't be mad at me, bitch cos I be rapping crazy sick

(Ay yo Zoo, how you like your rappers?)
I like 'em quiet as fuck as I begin making them start shitting in they pampers
I be giving up the answers to the questions that I never asked
All these rappers are temporary, and that's why they never last
Like, pass the grass and follow the task is all I ask
And I'm the main reason your favorite rapper is feeling harassed
I dot my i's, cross my t's, and blow O's
Taking the beef for a stroll and coming back with a flow
I'm that wicked ass cat
Bringing the rug and it's back
And your team don't even react when I be telling them where it's at
And I'm the last motherfucker that you'd think would ever do this
And if you didn't see it coming, then bitch you're just clueless