[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Never shy away from controversy when it calls
Get up swinging every time I trip and have to take a fall (take a fall)
Hardheaded or maybe I'm just stupid with it
When it comes to real shit (real shit) I'm just too committed
To all my critics and the ones wanting me to fail (me to fail)
I got news for you, that'll be your day in Hell (day in Hell)
Unstoppable, hustle remarkable
Underground juggernaut, bubble is unpoppable
Insane poetry, written so they know it's me
Scum of the earth and the scourge that's below the sea (below the sea)
Raise a middle finger, hope that all my haters see it
Creature, not afraid to be a reaper with the heavy heater

[Chorus: Young Wicked]
I'm an underground O.G
Better pack a fucking jacket when I'm rappin' so you don't freeze
Cold! Hey! Oh!
I'm an underground O.G
Better rock a fucking cutoff when I bust off 'cause the flow heat
Flames! Hey! Oh!

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
This is O.G. I.P., in my boot is a deuce deuce
For rappers talking shit, I pop-pop once up in they poop chute
You are fuckin' 'round with a psycho that's got some screws loose
Marley Marl around '89, I brought my Juice Crew
Slick El Gato rapper, I'm in my zoot suit
With a jersey on, 34 hall of fame, I'm the truth dude
Shady on 'em, all disrespect, just like I'm Rude Jude
Boy get your mans 'fore he get the hands of Cool Luke
Uhh! It's just that old head therapy
I put that on everything, my cologne is the smell of weed
Yeah, it's me, an underground celebrity
Live like from Tel Aviv
I'm the reason why they stare at me
[Chorus: Young Wicked]
I'm an underground O.G
Better pack a fucking jacket when I'm rappin' so you don't freeze
Cold! Hey! Oh!
I'm an underground O.G
Better rock a fucking cutoff when I bust off 'cause the flow heat
Flames! Hey! Oh!

[Verse 3: SCUM]
So full of hate that it is leaking out your fuckholes
Go eat a dick since you already love to suck balls (suck balls)
When your goals are to bash on someone greater (greater)
Than yourself, you're just a motherfucking hater
Stay off my dick if you don't want your pussy blown up
Say something slick about this clique and you get thrown out (thrown out)
With no doubt, should have stayed out my bubble
With that shit claiming you don't want no trouble
Beat with the shovel, beat with the lead pipe
Stuck with the blade in the back of your neck
Squealing and leaking while feeling me sticking
You with a screwdriver for lack of respect (uhh!)

[Chorus: Young Wicked]
I'm an underground O.G
Better pack a fucking jacket when I'm rappin' so you don't freeze
Cold! Hey! Oh!
I'm an underground O.G
Better rock a fucking cutoff when I bust off 'cause the flow heat
Flames! Hey! Oh!
[Verse 4: Young Wicked]
Ayy! Look!
If I was a cyclops I'd be staring at you with my eyeball
Looking through your window after nightfall
I be giving game for all these motherfucking rappers here to bite off
Spraying all my enemies like Lysol
Hogan with the pythons, no, we can't be bygones
Told you nobody's home even though the fucking light's on (light's on)
Vacant, I got ‘em left on read like Satan
These hoes ain't shit, these fucking rappers ain't dangerous
Uhh! (Uhh!) And most of 'em spit it basic
Every show I'm at you can't escape it
Rappers from the rafters to the motherfucking basement
Rappers call me whiskey 'cause if they fucking with me they gettin' wasted
James!

[Chorus: Young Wicked]
I'm an underground O.G
Better pack a fucking jacket when I'm rappin' so you don't freeze
Cold! Hey! Oh!
I'm an underground O.G
Better rock a fucking cutoff when I bust off 'cause the flow heat
Flames! Hey! Oh!