[Hook]
If you feeling like a pimp, homie, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies are pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
You know I'm crazy, baby, don't forget that Z told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder

[Verse 1]
Not a pimp or thug, just a kid with a pimpled mug
But if I pull up with my pen pulled out, hide under the fucking rug
'Cause that's like pitting pitbull blood against freaking chiuaua kin
I'm not about that life and y'all act tough once y'all walk in
But half of you have street cred on wax only, facts only
Go hold hands with another man, you fags lonely
"You're so fucking homophobic, man!" Nah, I'm just provoking you
I don't give a damn about who's poking him and who's poking her
Well that was off-topic, but I'm never off-kilter
Don't need a heater, meet a beat and gun her, bar none
Had an on-and-off fling with this beat, until I killed her
I mean gonna, after I get another twelve-bar done

[Hook]
If you feeling like a pimp, homie, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies are pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
You know I'm crazy, baby, don't forget that Z told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
[Verse 2]
I crush boulders with saliva, with the energy of Duracels
An enemy? On doorsills you're stepping, hell it's over for you
Man, I ain't Hova, but I'm prepping to meet the threshold
From the get-go, my goal wasn't go get gold
And it still isn't, paper's just a possible perk
Something's still missin' in my pen game and audible work
So I gotta move with it and tweak up, and all of y'all who speak up
With the shit-talking, doo doo, can then get walking, you booed who?
Boo-hoo, now scram as I slam like Onyx
Yeah I go crazy, fuckin' HAM, like I'm on X
You know I spit like Dylan, so bring fire extinquishers
Y'all gon' cry a river anyway, so just bring yourself some tissues, hah!

[Verse 3]
I master all verses, hooks and loops like I'm against
Velcro, and I do so in an incomprehensible
And uncivil fashion, but I deliver my curses with passion
Hard-hitter, futuristic spitter, mother-F that past shit
Yeah my shit's the shit, fresh and extra mint
Your shit is a mesh of excrement, just plain doo doo
I'm fly as I plane, do you dudes not concur
When you see me conquer instrumental by going mental, bonkers
Nuts, yeah I'm a dick when I buss rhymes
But cockiness is the bus which dropped me off
At this station of greatness that I'm chilling at
And got all the kitty cats going meow
Well not really, see, the chicks would rather see lads
ABC some weak-ass ballads, but I don't give two
Pieces of feces, so haters, grab some Kruger paper
And wipe with Krueger fingers, now how's that for flavor?