[Verse 1: Herbal T]
Ayy yo, smooth and delicious
Y'all dudes are just bitches
I serve emcees and afterwards I have 'em doing the dishes
I move with the quickness
It's not about the jewels or the riches
This is rap calisthenics, man, I do it for fitness
Yeah, I know music's a business
I know 'bout the YouTube views and the clicks and the revenues for them bitches
I'm using them bitches to purchase something super nutritious for my family
Like salmon, we make stew with them fishes
Emcees about to swim with the schools of the fishes
I'm gluing your pictures to walls and throwing darts at you and your clique
It's the Wax and Herbal T crew in this bitch
With the shit that make you bounce like them hydraulic Coupes with the switches
You kangaroos are some crickets
Your gang of losers are finished
John Gotti swag, body bag, bruising and stitches
Ya think I had the flu with the sickness
I'm spewing, I gotta pull over
Catch me roadside, puking in ditches
Rotten like Johnny from the group with Sid Vicious
Crews freeze like computers with glitches
Your girl dreams about removing my britches and lubing my dick with some lubricant
Using her tits and then doin' exuberant shit
When the fluids emittin', it looks like Elmer's Glue 'cause it sticks
That surprised look on her face shows how stupid the bitch is
Herbs move crowds like a preacher with his pews full of Christians
And once again, your gang of losers are finished and that's that
[Chorus: Herbal T and Wax]
Uh, my crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying, "Do that shit"
A 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people so live in this bitch
And that's that
Uh, my crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying, "Do that shit"
A 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people so live in this bitch

[Verse 2: Herbal T]
The way I felt when I was writing this tune
It's kind of like huffing a nitrous balloon on a flight to the moon
Like lightning was striking the room
Like fucking around and trying to fight Mike Tyson, couple of rights and you're doomed
Y'all really good at sucking like Dyson vacuums
I throw your CD in the garbage for the mice and raccoons
Wack emcees, I don't need a fork and knife to consume
'Cause all these cotton-candy rappers, I could slice with a spoon
Your mama should have took your life in the womb
I recommend you put a hose to your tailpipe and siphon the fumes
I got you tripping like as if I laced the cypher with shrooms
Y'all gotta be high like them witches taking flights on them brooms
It's like I was biting a prune
'Cause I be dropping mad shit soon, ass sounding like a bassoon
Herbal T broke joke money trifling but soon
I'm trying to see that big cake like a wife and a groom
[Chorus: Herbal T and Wax]
Uh, my crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying, "Do that shit"
A 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people so live in this bitch
And that's that
My crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying, "Do that shit"
A 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people so live in this bitch
And that's that

[Instrumental Outro]