[Verse 1: EP]
Hey yo, keep Terry Hatcher in the blackberry gatcher
Bust a capillary plus her back is very fractured
Dispatcher, spit a certain scary rap at her
Hurting weary with the urinary catheter, yo
Shorty tease him cause he sallow when he's nasty
But shallow to appease him, when she sees the phalloplasty
Who could out last thee, brightest in the hell hole
With gingivitis and bursitis in the elbow
You got it bruh, you're giving me agita
Peep the inner logic of Dopp Semiotica
A total mind fuck, with plenty of erotica
Shit, for 9 bucks, shorty play the melodica
A lot of ya' wanna type her with a code spell
Player try to skype her, but the shit didn't bode well
Eh, said its something bout the chode smell....,
Act like he don't like her, but he's tighter and just so jeal

[Hook: Matter ov Fact & EP]

Yo, youse a righteous ass n***a, huh? Oh well
Living trife ass n***a, huh? Oh well
We're all going to hell in a hand basket
Fantastic, shit is swell

Yo, you living by the good book, n***a? Oh well
Purse snatching ass crook, n***a? Oh well
We're all going to hell in a hand basket
Fantastic, shit is swell

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
Hey yo, disguise as a landscaper with a yard trimmer
At your local ATM planting debit card skimmers
He celebrate the come-up, with a charred dinner
Bout to cook these carnitas, kid
Make sure you let the lard simmer
When you're hope is shattered, now the shard glimmers
The n***a known to grope a fatter mama and discard slimmers
Aw, they parked in the 83 Saab
And she still mistook his knob for a smart key fob
Snob, you blame it on the cold maybe stress
Both a n***a's stomach and his whip ain't got no ABS
He got to pump the brake like a lactating lady's breast
"You mind signing in you shady guest?" "yes"
You mean the shorty with the bow vail
And the painted skin cause she got no pinky toenails
He took her to the double tree hotel
For the free cookie, not the nookie n***a, oh well

[Hook: Matter ov Fact & EP]

Yo, youse a righteous ass n***a, huh? Oh well
Living trife ass n***a, huh? Oh well
We're all going to hell in a hand basket
Fantastic, shit is swell

Yo, you got some kids and a wife, n***a? Oh well
You 'bout living the smang life, n***a? Oh well
We're all going to hell in a hand basket
Fantastic, shit is swell