[Verse 1:Sam Lachow]

Ha fuck it, play the beat like a puppet
Buy a swisher,cut a swisher, gut a swisher and stuff it
Wo-wo-wow, golly gosh dammit im proud
They call me sa-sa-sammy lachow
I brought a brand new bike and showed it off to their faces
Give me a mac-book and a mic and i'll be off to the races
Ding ding, knock a hater to pluto on round 2 though
Gabby come on out here and shit on these attitudes

[Verse 2:Gift Uh Gab]

Lyrically inclined to blow your mind
I'm like an aneurysm
Bitches want to step to me i tell 'em its a bad decision
Hit 'em with a crash collision
Its tragic i'm glad you witnessed
The loveliest ass is back in action
You know I'm blasting [?]
You already know how i be beasting on them
Plus you don't wanna fuck with me i'm like the streets of Compton
P-pop 'em, i'm dropping bodies calmly
[?]

[Verse 3:Nacho Picasso]
[?]
Ballin off blue dolphins
Bumping [?]
While my bitches lick the frosting
Dropping, three sixteens like I'm austin
All because I'm awesome asleep in a coffin
I'm Dracula's third cousins brothers nephew half removed
You think my ass is rude
Shoo, keep your glasses glued
These little [?] dudes probably got there asses lubed
I know your sister too, she used to be my prostitute

[Verse 4:Jarv Dee]

Anti-social, [?]
I roll han solo and skywalk for the po-po
My bro got them punchlines and my flow [?]
Rap game UFC, guess that I'm jon jones
Don't say we the future then your reading your [?] wrong
You are now witnessing a god in his realist form
[?] as the holy ghost
Get high off my pheromone
[?]

[Verse 5:La]
L to the [?], well how I'm busy
N***a get it twisted throw a shell in his [?]
I be with a bitch smoking L's till i'm dizzy
We two bars in [?]
Rap don't sell i throw the L on the [?]
Young seattle part 2 motherfucker
Yeah you lack lustre, blast you whack [?]
You rap like your family life in that structure

[Verse 6:Raz]

The only thing hip-hop about you is a book bag
Im a beast, whats a black sheep to a wolf pack
All of the people and things you look up too i look at
Don't worry if i cook crack, i do they never look back
I stood at the mountain top stomping on satan and [?]
Loud as a fog horn
Can you show me a real woman who's not [?]
Through all my trials I'm on course
When you was on my dick i was on tour

[Verse 7:Grynch]

[?]
Got that respectable spit
It ain't no question I'm sick
Wack rappers digging there ditch
Nobodies feeling there shit
They never [?]
Haters what you call this
I do em like i do the bowl while I'm on the shitter
Half these clowns about as real as their followers on twitter
So they can play the background
Success they have probably never seen
Just like money may vs pacquiao