Cecil township Cecil town bitch that's what's up
Put your Yuengling to ceiling if your feeling this, show some love
Sick to my stomache yea I think I mighta caught a bug
Cause every time I flip, the radio switch, my ears fill up with blood

I feel so overstuffed, I think I've finally had enough
Of all the jackasses who blast gats & rap of stacks of drugs
Or at least they say they does, whos gonna call their bluff?
Do you believe half that crap from your favorite rapper? All I see is shrugs

The bullshits getting old, a stump with a hundred rungs
Rather listen to a song sung of getting hugs from lightning bugs
I'm fighting in wishes, I can get these, hip hop lyricists, back in business
No lie I never get it twisted, I put that on my tongue

& I put that on my throat, in hopes that it gets slit
To chop off my overgrown ego if I ever go talking shit
Or concocting crocks of shit, with no nutrition, for an audience
Shoo flies, get! I'm not Rick Ross, thought I made that obvious