[Verse 1: Austro]
*ahem* Silence! Austro's approachin' the podium
Tell the salty n***as in the back to watch they're sodium
The one man panic attack, preachin' pandemonium
Bad man of the annual, campaign to "Kony" him
Catch him in a dim den, tokin' on that opium
“Give him a hand folks!” Fuck that, I want the whole limb
And yo, only the strong can hang on
It’s Austin Tureaux, don't say the name wrong
Got connects from "Hong-Kok" to "Bang-Kong"
Can't forget Korea, shout out to my n***a Young
Uhn and I'm prized like Picassos
She wants me to tie the knot, i tell her, "Grab the lassos!"
Welcome to Austro’s awesome fiasco
Still a hot mess, like "Who spilled the tabasco?!"
Syrup on her breasts I'm not talkin’ chicken and waffles
After we get dressed, i take her downtown to Roscoe's
I'll be a gentlemen, when i can
But it’s hard when I got so many hardened sentiments
Faith, family, trust, love, drugs, and women in
My life got my psyche in a cylce spinning and
Rinsing, there no need to repeat this
Real life struggle for a villian in the streets, its…
'Bout time i learn Spanish and vanish, vamanos!
I'm headed to Acapulco, Austro adios!
[Verse 2: Austro]

Bloody hell, the beat came climbin’ back
Cookin’ more than Lil B, n***as call me "Heisenblack"
Rap and me got chemistry, I gotta keep my rhymes in tact
Shit's so dope gotcha cravin’ another line of that
Hot fire, I spit like Dylan
Gun for hire hittin' licks in a nylon
Can’t be candid about which planets I'm on
Cosmo's most wanted,intergalactic icon
Stellar stanzas bound to overthrow ya
Super n***a's bouta explode, go super nova
*boom* I'm the brightest light in years
I'll blind ya eyes and silence ya ears
But first things first, I gotta face my fears
I got life on earth, I gotta do my years
We can battle, when I win don't cry
The victorious s-k-i n-n-y
I'm small fry, but don't try to call my bluff
You'll end up in a casket with a handful of flowers up
Talk a tall a game, but chya really twin tower tough
A zip and buttercup, I'm higher than a Powerpuff!
Pause... straight outrageous when I'm flowin'
Turnt up Vegas, afraid and I'm loathin
Trippin’ on the strip, yep i took off all my clothin'
And the pigs just got a tip of my indecent exposin'
“Oh my God, Becky, alert the authorities!”
*static* "We need back up, this n***a’s getting ornery!"
But I ain't gonna stop til they corner and Chris Dorner me
I gotta share my story, that's why Roys recordin’ me