Flexing on you hoes cause it's all I know
Yeah you claiming that you hate me but you pull up to my shows
Never stressing bout no dude or no hoe
Ever since I seen the green, all I care about is dough, aye

You mad cause I'm coming up, but you had dropped me
I'm flexing up on everyone acting cocky
Your girlfriend gon' beat my meat like her name Rocky
I break down her walls like the singer of Fozz

I'm coming through flexing, you see how I'm saucing
I'm stacking the green, like I'm balling for Boston
I flip you the bird now I feel like Steve Austin
Bad white shawty, her skin look like frosting

You ain't on the scene, whatchu talking bout?
Quit telling lies all the time, boy, 'fore you get cotton mouth
Pull up on the scene, hoe I'm gothed out
Shouts out to Black Kray, rob my hoe with the Glock out

Slipknot tee, with the ripped black jeans, y'all ain't flexing like me, y'all can't do it like me (x4)

Rap game Corey Taylor, watch me flex on a hater
Bumping Iowa in the whip screaming I Am Hated
Might pop in Vol. 3, Track 12, The Nameless
And I'm just tryna work my way up till I'm Slipknot famous

Banging on my chest, what you mean?
Only wearing Slipknot tees, we don't rock supreme
Hoe I'm dressed in all black, looking clean
Corey Taylor with the dreads, hoe, all I see is green

Jump up in the mosh and stomp your brains out
Had to snap up on this tape to let y'all know that I ain't playing now
I'm just sitting back, look how it's playing out
I do this so effortlessly you would think I had it planned out

All these rappers mad, cause I'm spitting better bars
And they girlfriend put me on every time they get in the car
All these rappers in my city, I'm the hottest one thus far
Got y'all headbanging like Slipknot cause I be going hard
Slipknot tee, with the ripped black jeans, y'all ain't flexing like me, y'all can't do it like me (x4)