[Intro: Logic]
You have interfered with our affairs for the last time
Yeah, yeah
Ch-ch-check, mic check, one, two
Straight from the underground type shit
When I write shit, yeah, type shit, ayo (Ayo)

[Verse 1: Logic]
Behind the mic or on the MPC is where you’ll find him
Fucking waste of life, you should’ve died in the condom
17 days, your whole shit beyond too weak
I grip the mic and blow the spot like plastique
The bomb atomically, the lyrical anomaly, bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you fucking with the wrong one
I wrote this shit backstage in an arena
Pep and Jordan sippin' Pellegrino, never Aquafina
Been through a lot of pain, yeah, that’s word to Gina
I grip the mic like a machete, fuck
Grip the mic like a machete, get ready, don’t do me petty
Or I’ll do you like Bruce Willis did that boy Zeddy
Feeling arrogant, all up in your system like heroin, it’s easy
Know my beats bumpin' like Deezy
"Wu Tang Forever," get the C.R.E.A.M., shit's breezy
Whip out my dick, how it taste?
I’m cummin on your face, I’m a savage, your shit is average
Yeah, ha, on this day, we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of, bitch, I creamed up and rolled out
Illest motherfucker on the scene, don’t bring yo' hoe out
Louis on my feet, best believe I'ma show out
My shit bananas, no doubt, huh
Yeah, you bet' not bring your hoe out
You motherfuckers ain’t got no clout
Kick in the door, waving the .44
Bobby-Boy ain’t never rap on some shit like this before
Contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different calls for different occasions
This shit is amazing, now let me run that shit back, I fucked up
Listen, listen, ayo, contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different moves for different occasions, my shit is amazing
Barely scratching the surface, I’m barely fucking grazing
On the beat machine, dropping gems like back [?]
I gotta leave the booth 'cause my homeboy's blazing
Tryna get so hot and not a fuckin' thing faze him
From the underground (Underground)
And we're uh-, from the un-
Uh-uh, from the underground (Underground)
If-if we're, if we're un-
[Intro: K-noodz]
Hey that was a pretty good verse, but, I gotta show the people, who the real bleached n***a is here

[Verse 2: K-noodz]
Ayo
I like to eat penis, with my fuckin hands tho
Got fucking hungry just from lookin at my asshole
And i let my n***as jump inside like a manhole
They say it fit so fuckin snug like a sandle, wait
Can i get a sample of the fuckin poop please
Pull up to obama house with the roofies
Blue cheese, over flowing out my blue jeans
I made an oopsie, 'scue me, but i'm afraid to ask
How much would i go ahead pay for ass?
How much could a motherfucker make from that?
How much could someone really save from that, damn
Thats a lot of dingleberries
I just wanna go ahead and shoot at every single fairy
Fuck black people thats just really how i feel though
Boutta ask my homies if they can fuckin deep throat
My poop, i shoot at niggers from my coup
I look like i could buy you
Fuck pee gang i'm just reppin for that poop gang
Cuffing is gay my husband's fucking 2 chainz
Imma fuck that bitch on the motherfuckin battle bus
Im boutta buss, in her motherfuckin platypus
You're a loose pussy? guess you're getting fucked a lot
Poop gang, armored up like the juggernaut
Will fuck your bitch, and make 'em fucking cum a lot
Discharge honorable, like the fucking c-note
Can't see cause i got cum inside my peepholes
Controlling these blacks like i got the remote
Girl pussy bald, call it finding chemo
Poop gang is good, and pee gang is evil
Shooting at the blacks, cause they are used to that
Pooping on the track yeah it's knutsen's crap
This shit the best you don't wanna fuck with me, mane
If you don't like this than you're probably fucking pee gang, bitch