[Intro:]
Jarren Benton here, live and direct
If you just now tunin' in that means you 'bout to enter:
Funk Volume's: Don't Fu[n]k Up Our Beats Contest bitch!
Look here, there's only one way to do this shit...

[Verse:]
Ya, ya, okay
FV two-oh-one-three bitch
Honey I'm home it's dinner time bitch
Come on, no knees 'bout to sit on my dick
Heard you wanna murder me you better get in line quick
Pimp hoes, hit 'em with the Jedi mind trick
This my year, n***a better shine bitch
Duck one high, when you hit a nice spliff
Got my first blowjob way back in '96
Back like a 2Pac hologram
Kill a n***a then I put his body in the mausoleum
Break a fucking leg, bet you lean, him without a limb
I'll be damned, but 'em in the dirt, better body 'dem
Jesus Christ, he just nights, he beats his wife, and eat this rice
I eat this knife, I eat these mics, I need this life!
I'm the shit whore, like feces right?
Okay, fuck's sake n***a
Kickin' down the door I'm 'bout to duct tape n***as
Soft as a pillow you a cupcake n***a
Mr. Benton hold on, I'm 'bout to update n***as
How the hell you a G when you butt rape n***as?
Hold up, shout out to my upstate n***as
Blood got a beat that'll make the track bleed
Look back like, "Go ahead, suffocate n***a!"