[Verse 1: Cambatta]
Think I got the Holy Ghost, I don’t even got a pulse
I don’t got a lung left still I tell them that I’m ready for the smoke
Turn a L into a roach, I’m whipping the Ice cream Coke float
My team full of goats, If I ain’t the Christ king then I’m close
My genes in her throat, I sell her a pipe dream when she woke
I could've been 19 selling dope now I got them like fiends selling quotes
Pen is spelling what you won’t, Inner seven headed devil get evoked
My temple a 5 elemental host, my mother was still pregnant when I spoke
I️ was born without a belly button, starving cuz I don’t connect to nothing
Willy Wonka let me ride up in his glass elevator then I press the button
Thanking God that he invented cumming, it's a bird box never let the son in
Careful who I let genetics up in unless she got a womb in her neck or something

[Chorus: Cambatta]
I do the boss talk, all I’m talking is the boss talk
All you talk about is small talk, don’t be talking when the boss talk
I paid the boss cost, all I'm talking is the boss talk
All I'm talking is the cloth talk, got the knowledge that the gods taught
I do the boss talk, you be talking like a dog bark
No bite, quiet when the boss talk, when I floss I’ma talk sauce talk
I wear the boss cloth, yall soft when the boss talk
You ain’t even in the ball park, Got them calling me the boss boss

[Verse 2: Cambatta]
I come from under the underground, I feel ltike Harriet Tubman now
Father time like a dead beat dad to me cuz he always running out
We all Mother Earth's kids but she cold to us 'til her sun come around
Tummy growl when I hunt and prowl, 6’3" weigh a couple hundred pounds
Wearing earplugs and a blindfold I can still smell how a color sounds
Bloody hound I can find where the money found while I’m in a another town
I would have get a couple lobotomys If I ever had to dumb it down
Do the bucket list then I shit in the bucket and turn the crabs in the bucket brown
I get higher than Orion belt, If Orion was a ghetto black man like me
You wouldn’t find the belt unless it’s a Gucci designer belt
I dont moon walk but I sun run til the bottom of my Nike melt
Smoke toad with a Mayan elf, had a meeting with my higher self
I get higher than a chipmunk voice, how you woke you ain’t trip once
Seen my uncle cook a brick as a kid young white girl nip tucked
Pistol with extended clip make my pants bulge out like dick does
Pussy was made to addict us fucking 'til I bust dick dust
Let a clip bust put a hollow in a tip cup
Buck buck buck everywhere like I'm throwing dollars at the strip club for the big butt
So aware I'm a wolf, mouth running hoarse throat got a hoof
Burn bush climb mount Sinai came down with a book, look
[Chorus: Cambatta]
I do the boss talk, all I’m talking is the boss talk
All you talk about is small talk, don’t be talking when the boss talk
I paid the boss cost, all I'm talking is the boss talk
All I'm talking is the cloth talk got the knowledge that the gods taught
I do the boss talk, you be talking like a dog bark
No bite, quiet when the boss talk, when I floss I’ma talk sauce talk
I wear the boss cloth, yall soft when the boss talk
You ain’t even in the ball park, Got them calling me the boss boss