[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
I ain't on no ding dong snap shit
I'm on some ding dongs get they backs split with an axe bitch
On DatPiff tryna spit they game
I put that shit thats so witty it'll melt they brain
I'm untamed and I'm elevated with drugs like a pharmacist and who you know spit rawer than this (huh)
Plus you ain't ballin bitch the only ballin you do is when I made decide that it's time to call it quits
Set the mic down motherfucka (right now)
And if you don't it's gonna escalate into a fight now
My mistake ain't no time to waste
Go home and put your pad and helmet on emcee vagina face
Cross what I say, wake up with a horse head and my album stay slept on more than a whore's bed
Worse than a crooked fеd and a crooked priest put togethеr
I spit cold in comparison to your hoodie weather

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
Yo, Volunteerz got heat to plow cousin
Dylan Ross down to start beef like cow's fucking
I'ma smart ass cause I got a wise crack that'll put you on game like a butterfly pad
I'ma scutter by fast I'm a gutter fly cat on acid
So I might give you a butterfly gash
To your money maker then taking your loot and dipping
And your label prominently gay like dudes in prison
Who be shittin' on em? Nobody I'm at the top so everybody gets a little piece of it when my shit drops
My shits poppin' off like pill bottle caps
I don't care if he's signed or how hot he raps
Player, you can play with my dick
Tryna sell me a verse but I'm not paying for shit
I'm Dylan Ross bitch go figure, got three words for whack crews (fuck them n***as)