[Chorus: Scratches & Tha God Fahim]
Tell the world like I tell it to you
Competition I'm shatterin' (Yeah)
And do it priceless, kickin' shit (It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God)
Worshipin' cars, clothes and weapons (Uh-huh)
Tell the world like I tell it to you (And I'm back, n***a)
Competition I'm shatterin' (You already know how I do)
And do it priceless, kickin' shit
Worshipin' cars, clothes and weapons (Check it, yo)
Tell the world like I tell it to you (Yo!)

[Verse 1]
My style is cold like a fridge (Uh-huh) - it is
I should start by throwin' you off a fuckin' bridge (Fuck n***a)
When we was kids, we started by smokin' up the piff
Startin' trouble, would hardly go to school for shit (Nope)
I'm beatin' n***as up for steppin' on my Nike kicks (Muh'fucka!)
I ain't a plumbеr, but I'll pipe your bitch (Yeah)
The worst of all, cursе 'em all, gotta pay me
Suplex you in a fire up in Hades
Never starvin', n***a pockets is gravy (Uh-huh)
How you think I got your lady?
I'll grab your nose by the nasal (Gimme that shit)
Then slice you up like Fable
Like Mach said, "Spin you like dreidel" (Dreidel)
You got no bars like bad cable (No bars, n***a)
Fuck your staff, fuck your song, fuck your label (Fuck all that shit)
Fuck the radio from the cradle
Disrespect you - smack you with a half-bitten bagel (Muh'fucka)
[Chorus: Scratches & Tha God Fahim]
Competition I'm shatterin'
And do it priceless, kickin' shit
Worshipin' cars, clothes and weapons
Tell the world like I tell it to you
Competition I'm shatterin' (Yeah, n***a)
And do it priceless, kickin' shit (Tha-motherfuckin'-God, you know me, n***a)
Worshipin' cars, clothes and weapons (You know me! You n***as know me!)
Tell the world like I tell it to you (Uh)

[Verse 2]
We worship cars, clothes and weapons
My automatic makin' n***as get to steppin' (Tatatatatatata)
I step up in the party and I'm flexin' (I'm flexed up, n***a)
Got the dressing, and I'm twistin' up the medicine
Intelligent, I could show you the light like Thomas Edison
Shit on your favorite rapper like a pelican
Bad man, outlaw dealin' a bad hand
Royal flush gun stash, workin' a trash can (Bababababa)
Army TEC, army death - death metal
Shoot up your breastplate, masked rebel with the devil, daily
Know your roots like Haley (Know 'em)
I gotta eat food, don't mean to be rude
If I smack the shit outta dude; I'm a brute, I take by brute force
Think you a cowboy? I'll shoot you off your horse
My homie rides no less than a Porsche
Been gettin' money since we stepped off the porch
[Chorus: Scratches]
Competition I'm shatterin'
And do it priceless, kickin' shit
Worshipin' cars, clothes and weapons
Tell the world like I tell it to you
Competition I'm shatterin'
And do it priceless, kickin' shit
Worshipin' cars, clothes and weapons
Tell the world like I tell it to you