[Intro]
Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
God

[Verse]
That undertaker Paul Bearer shit
Like a shot straight to your larynx
Got a spot out in Marrakesh
The rarer shit
Started in basements in Maryland
We made that paper grow like Merrill Lynch
My songs hit like John Lynch
My aura bright as blond tint
That Orville Redenbach' pop
That bidi bop bop
Te quiero mucho cheese and green box
We took the scene by, with clean raps
The squad is a terror, making 'em (lean back)
You got some shit I like, I think I need that
These n***as suck, to get where they at, they using kneepads
Recycling bullshit, the same content but it's re-rap
My shit penetrate your cranium and wave cap
I never took a day off
The god and I really feel like I can say that
So many flows, had to use a new one to show I'm nuanced
A project a month 'cause bar none is more than a bar gone
N***as disrespect, we come through and bomb like Saigon in Vietnam
Sound the alarm
In this game of kings, queens, these n***as all are pawns
My mode I'm moving down the autobahn running an audible
I muted the bullshit, no longer audible, the flow is soluble
The school of hard knocks, we was on on the honor roll
The [?] chronicles, adjust your bi-focals
This dirty game can get under your skin and cuticles
The root of all evil will make a n***a cut his own blood off
With a hacksaw, for more dough
[Outro]
Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
God
I never took a day off